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.