She says she never cheats,
though her husband did,
justifying his meandering
by claiming she did,
the curse of the insecure
who think we don't have
what it takes to satisfy
a woman as marvelous as she.
I'm not sure I believe her,
and not just because I am
as jealous as he was,
but because I can't imagine
someone who looks like she does,
sings as magnificently as a bird,
whose presence draws
men's attention in any room she goes,
can say no if pressed
she saying lately how
she is at the pinnacle of her sexual prowess
and do we expect her to deny this,
to waste it, waiting?
I watch her on stage from a time when she was on tour,
standing to one side,
waiting for her moment to perform,
and -- like her husband --
I imagine all the men (even women)
she could be with,
all those gazes focused on her,
aching for her attention
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