TWAK!

Twak!
  
A knife embeds itself
  
in the space just
by her left ear
  
as if the wood
gulped it...****** it
  
in
its glint
  
vibrating still.
  
In her head
she plans
  
dinner.
  
She stares
at her husband
  
remembers how
he had come
  
to court her
...twak!
  
Another knife
flashes spitefully
  
narrowly missing
her other ear
  
a little
bubble of blood
  
like a stud
earring blossoming

on a wobbly
earlobe.
  
'Ouch! '
she whispers
  
to herself
guilty
  
at such an over
reaction
  
oh how he had
excited her
  
  
her head
in a spin
  


saying he
was in
  
show business
  

her world
revolves
  

about him
the next knife
  

impregnates itself
in the space
  

between her
legs
  

like a tuning fork  
it hums
  
  
her excitement
builds
  

a splinter of
wood
  

nestles in her
left inner thigh.
  

'Wow...nice! '
she becomes moist.
  

The shimmy of her
spangles
  

as the lights catch
her
  

a little
gasp
  
  

she faces him
boldly
  


afraid &
un-afraid
  
upside down now
her world all topsy-turvy
  
she still so
proud of her

husband's skill
to tantalise her
  

his unerring
accuracy
  
the pride of being
(she the knife thrower's assistant)

as well
as wife.

Twak!