She only met him off at the Clandestine;
A fantasy she was, his every wish —
But pleasure came with pain, and hence a lesson:
That minnows will get swallowed by
The bigger fish
Tag: Affair
Different Things
He wasn’t sure, and so he told his dad:
He thought he’d leave his marriage and move on –
His father’s voice was low and rather sad,
When he said, “Son – some things, once lost, are gone.
Now, you don’t need to tell me anymore.
I’ve seen that girl who you have on the side;
And your life’s yours, but I would be a poor
Father, indeed, if I just let this ride –
You seem confused in terminology,
You’re stringing words on which you’ve gotten hung.
So I will set you straight, as best I can:
That girl’s not ‘beautiful’, son – she’s just ‘young’.
See, ‘young’ and ‘beautiful’ are different things;
For cheap new plastic, don’t trade
Golden rings
To share is human:
three blue candles
three blue candles in a row
where she knew she shouldn’t go
in a room of closed desire
smoke now circles ever higher
lying thoughtlessly has crept
promises have not been kept
but she does not care somehow
in the feeling she has now
for the burning justifies
broken vows and sequent lies
as she bobs her pliant head
three blue candles by the bed
To share is human:
And Just Like That…
And just like that, the world gets flipped
And everything gets changed;
The certainties they thought they knew
Are mixed and rearranged.
It’s people being what they are,
Though we wish we were more —
And just like that, the pleasure starts
The grief that is
In store
To share is human:
a previous arrangement
how strange the moments are that lead to lies -- those parts we don't acknowledge, or discuss -- or how our fantasies can play us false, or why we think that dynamite will not explode on us
To share is human:
she will knows wants
she will not say the secret words
she knows would bring him close to her;
she will not do the hidden thing
she wants to do, and would prefer —
she will believe in brighter days,
she won’t, at last, give in —
she wants, she will, she knows she wants
she will at last
begin
To share is human:
The Vixen
Who was it then who stole her man?
She thinks about it, hour on hour;
She sees a vixen in her mind,
A ruthless tramp who used her pow’r
To break a marriage, carelessly,
Some slut who took him by surprise:
Instead of someone, just like her,
Who had been fooled by smiles
And lies
