My husband, wife and I

I’d read the Bible countless times
That day the words were wrong
I’d thought to read the Holy Book
While lost in reverent song

My eyes sought out a sacred verse
Profanity they found!
Unholy pages filled the book
In noble cover bound

While all around me sang of love
In blissful ignorance
Perverse and evil fantasies
Despoiled my innocence

I ached to slam it shut again
To hurl that tome away
I yearned to cleanse my soul again
To kneel at once and pray

Some spawn-of-Satan’s idle hands
Had changed the Lord’s commands
Replacing ancient timeless law
With sickening demands

‘Love thy neighbour and her wife
Her brother’s husband too
Swap your wife for each in turn
And let them lie with you

‘Lay your husband on his back
And mount him from above
Order him to worship you
’Til drowning in your love’

The words were wrong – but were a sign
Of how my life would be:
My husband, wife and I delight
In polyamory.