My Familiar Concubine

Sin
comes free
and ready
legs wide open
the center meaty
and inviting

I’ve ridden sidekick
I’ve rodeoed on top
like a fool on a whirling bull
only to be tossed and later
its horn speared so deep
my blood pools along the ground
and I leave a trail
to the next ride

I try to stand steady
but sway back and forth
half dead
half a liar

The wind picks up
tears at my skin
I strap myself
back in the saddle
it comes fiercely alive