Your Girlfriends

Your Girlfriends

 

You carry them around with you –

Everywhere.

Closer than I could ever be.

You share the fire of heat with them -

Inhaling, lip to lip.

 

You leave me at a restaurant table

Alone -

As you go outside to use them -

Only for a ‘quickie’, you say.

I sit bereft,

Robbed of my precious time with you

Because you chose them,

Not me.

I wait abandoned,

With inner agony playing her tune,

On the destiny,

The tragedy that awaits,

Years after

‘Having your way’.

I can’t breathe around you,

After you have had that way.

 

They give you wrinkles;

Yellow hair;

Yellow teeth,

But they don’t care to comment;

They only want to be consumed,

To have you,

No matter the cost.

And the costs are high,

In every respect.

You are addicted to them,

And you don’t care.

You don’t see.

 

You crave them.

You drive at midnight to get them.

They hold the obsession card.

They hold the addiction card.

The gold ring around their waste

Means more than any wedding ring.

They have you -

Wrapped tighter than the cellophane

That keeps them packaged

Waiting on the shelf -

Addictive pleasure

In a box.

 

You can’t talk your way out of it.

There’s no rationale behind it.

No, you won’t get me to see.

There cannot be a threesome

When it comes to you and me.

They will always steal

The last climatic say.

And mints and spray

Won’t take away

Who had the last say.

 

You need to choose:

You and your packet of girlfriends;

Or you and me?