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The would-be nun
She was a strange-looking woman, tall and very white
in a country with plenty of sun, she also adored wine.
She often told me after sex, her first choice in life was 
to become a nun, but when she went to bed with her
first husband, she lost this choice, yet the dream was
still on her mind.
One day when we were driving in the countryside, we
came upon a small village church, the door was closed
but we found a side door open.
The church had a nice interior with lots of gilded angels
and green tapestry, she lit a candle and said her prayers
then kissed me hungrily.
By the alter we made love, she had sex with something 
else in her head, I was just the instrument to her intense 
obeying of her inner lover.
When driving back home, she was reserved and
didn’t say anything something, weighty occupied her
mind; no, she would let me enter her house.
 Later she rang and called off our relationship 
she had her faith, and God had forgiven her ultimate sin.
Presumably, the sex in the church.
A year later, I met her at the supermarket’s parking
a lot, she wore a long skirt reaching to her ankle and
a blouse covering her arms, and a big silver cross
I assumed she had bought it at a trinket store.
In her mind, she had her wish she was now a nun.
With great dignity, she walked to her car, a white
Datsun, when she bent to open the door, her legs
buckled, she fell to the ground.
She was so very, very drunk.

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