I have you in my book

A predator of mind and heart

I have you in my book

though she has said

the man with fancy words

holds no special grip

her praises

left to honor him

is like a honey drip

she has told him

her inner thoughts

everything that she feels

he has looked upon her face

late at night

while lifting his biker wheels

he is a total stranger

someone who writes divinely

most often words of lustful sex

who doesn't have the right

to know the things

about her as he inspects

you see I love this woman

and I work so very hard

to earn her love in return

sometimes I work to hard

making many mistakes

saying things that sometimes burn

how can you fight someone

someone who

is only a ghost to you

you cannot reach across

the miles in between

to ask him bid adieu

leave her alone

stop asking for her thoughts

about your words of lust

but it's too late

he already has a book

of her inside his mind I trust

I almost threw away

my dignity and

my chance to keep her near

by begging her

to remove this villain

from names that appear

she was afraid

I wanted to control

every thought that she had

but it was her special words

put in his book

that made me feel so bad

she has acquiesced

with feelings hurt

she still loves me but now this look

but I just couldn't

take it anymore

as he sits and reads his book

Gomer LePoet...

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

This was amazing on so many different levels. The heartfelt emotions and the sadness you reflect here is very powerful. Very well expressed.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have known woman who left their husband for a man who can write with skill. A interesting tale my friend. A good writer don't mean a good escape. I like the way you ended the excellent poem.
Coyote