Concubine

a fickle bitch
his mistress is
alluring and maddening

she summons him
during fair weather
weekends
promising good times
enviable scores

he invests in titanium
for her
new technology
and endless instruction

he comes home
smelling like her
with grass stains
on the cuffs of his trousers

he dreams of her
while I lay beside him
in my new nightgown

when he wakes
he tells me of
a missed putt
for birdie
and I hear the
desire
in his voice

I know that he wants her
instead of me
even now as I
show him my
exquisite new nightgown
my flesh can not
compete