The other woman

I wanted to grow in that love
severing all ties.
With him I felt fresh as river wind;
a sudden desire in a land so barren,
mind so eager to touch the precious pearl!

But each time we made love

I would see her; the other woman!

a beautiful illusion, an enchantment;

the other woman, her smoky eyes

and lips cranberry and glitter.

Hours follow hours and

I lie alone in my mind;

I close my eyes in his loving embrace

but I see their golden brown bodies

warm and humming.

I begin with hating her; a jealousy so corrosive;

the other woman; In her searching eyes,

In her nights of joy and solitude

It is the same search of love, that I wear in me.

the music of her quickened breath matches with mine.

There are voices in my head now!

Our lives are already mixed like past and future;

promises and disappointments

beyond the kisses and the perfume!

What would tell me where I belong?

The love of a man or the right of a woman?
A lonely moan hardens my breath;
I stretch my hand to
fulfill my book of errors
for I realize, not her but

it’s me who is the other woman!