The Golden Hour

He took her to Eleved

at the golden hour.

The lamps glowed dim,

and the crowd thinned.

He reached his hand

across her thigh.

“Oh God, oh God,

I am hard.

My penis is pushing

against my trousers

from inside.

The warmth,

the softness

of her thighs

for this, dear God,

I will kill my wife twice.”