her mascara measured in streaks
she knew a certain level of indemnity
a self imposed sentence done in hard time
she walked the yard
her sisters smirked in unison upholding the code
escorting her through the next day
like deputies into the dawn
they protected her from herself
foreclosing on not so sacred nuptials
this most married of men
craved the suggestive warmth along the inside of her thighs
the potency of precious little else
soliciting the feline cries that heaved this man
outside the espousal trajectory, anaerobic into orbit
while he in turn, tethered her in the deep space of uncertainty
always after
the subversion of Sunday mornings in his wife's domain
he'd stall till malapropos Monday for the reconnoitering
by random reassurances to his weekday muse
these fail safe fallacies that diminished her despair
for that moment
tallied into years
she parlayed the game of tomorrow's
ballasted in the dark martyrdom of many a moon's lessons
until
one morning in an unforgiving glare
she saw what she had lost
and with annunciator flashing light
against noisy ruminations
she
took into glorious repossession
her resolute self
without him
it can be now
she makes good the promissory notes he never intended to keep
by a contract
calligraphied in love's most exacting script
paragraph and verse
she pens in the credit shares of her strengths and realizations
sealed in spirit
marked by truth
she reimburses her soul
