Freeform Friday: Second Thoughts

Second Thoughts
by Belinda Roddie

Were she not
already betrothed,
she would deeply love her
tender

She would drape her in
sequins finer in gold,
though the appearance
of cheapness sting

Ah, wife, if only you
understood her
and her needs
and the words

printed out in letters
where ink was irrelevant
to irrational impulses
and desires

But she knows
that what she has
is dearer than any
precious metal

and she'd be a fool
to step away from
King Midas's touch,
purged of recklessness

dipped in wine
and deep thought
and conversation
and mirth