Lot’s Wife

I.

when he says my name
it sounds like butter
I do not forget that
he goes straight to my hips
girlish angles long gone
to the curve
of the whole moon
no crescent
the wet lips
round and thirsty
part like the water
Moses?
I ask

II.

no hand of God no
miracles abound
just the memory of
girlhood
and his name
tattooed on my
thick thighs
still alive just another
day older another day
wiser
I can divide a household
Solomon
did

III.

I wonder at
Eden while I
lift my sheer shirt
from round breasts
the dip of a navel
sweet taste of
salt of the earth and
betrayal
still my legs shake
with the thrill
of the game
Lot’s wife
lot in life