At his touch on my cheek
I recoiled.
Became a crustacean.
An unknown man as yet;
A husband tied to me
And me to him.
I didn’t allow him
Till he came up as a person
Known to me, completely, or almost.
Love blossomed in me
And the desire to touch him and be touched.
I couldn’t dare touch him
Guilt and self-hatred chained my hands.
Tearless, I just watched
His body wrapped in a white shroud.
Will it be worth to live a widowed virgin wife
Waiting again maybe for another husband?
