affection

The situation was pre-planned - as a hand-cuffed

felon I was held to order, cordoned off

from loftier mortals, and brought up to the bench

for sentence from the harsh bitch of a wigless judge.

Were you nudging aggression for fear of wavering in intent?

Or bent on the demonstration of a whip hand?

Or planning (sadistic) to deliver the maximum hurt?

Or asserting policy recommended by friends?

Dented and riddled like a sieve is the golden tank

which (thankful in heart) I'd filled with fond memories,

dreamt up futures and hopes for marital bliss.

The kiss of death was soundly taken on my cheek.

You've freed me from the bonds which had me trussed,

while giving me that public coup de grace!