In response to this poem from a friend:

Alone

in the dark,

vulnerable,

lucid in dream,

I allow myself

to feel

you –

until

  you

    fade

and

 loneliness

is, once again,

 my companion,

 my lover.

 

I wrote this:

I am tired of your adulterous affairs,

Your whoreish life,

How you put 
on airs and lust after another

familiar lover.

You accept him so easily,
So quickly,
So willingly.

 Of course, you are used
to his embrace.
The way he looks,

 Smells,
Feels,
 Tastes.

You were with him
 For so long.
 His grasp and hold was strong,
Until I came along.

You gave your thoughts,
 Your heart,
Yourself
 To me.
I won you,
 Not easily,
 But conquer I did,
In dreams and reality,
 Until, in a lonely moment,
You turned again to him,
Like an old, bad habit.

And he is that:
Filthy, sickening habit.
So I ask you to turn back
 To me.
Turn your back
On he
 Who has been your lover,
 Your companion.
Tell him
You have another,
 And to not return again.

 When he tries to
Seduce you
 And get into your head
Turn to me, instead.
By phone, text, email:
 Find me, your friend.

Give up your lonely, sad adultery.
Reach out and embrace love’s vitality.