A Rich Woman's Wedding Anniversary

Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody.

My head departs the pillow,

My fist meets the clock,

My  blue eyes start to open,

And I hear a knock-knock,

I sit in the bed, I cruse and I swear,

I don't even slightly care,

For even this special morning,

I don’t see you here,

Your side of the bed is neatly untouched, again…

I reclaim the ghost of that smile,

That time has stolen for a while,

For ten, long, loveless years,

I go along with what I hear,

I run in that race,

I've even counted the days,

Until I could fake it once more,

Gossips, rumors everywhere,

My nosy neighbors ask and stare,

"What will you give him?"

"What will you wear?"

For every night that's passed,

I thought I owned it all,

Each single item between these walls,

And as a price, you've trapped my soul.

But no, I owned nothing, nothing at all,

Nothing except one…

I bought you a suit with your money,

But I accidentally ruined it,

I thought of an artistic touch,

To hide the awful stain,

But that touch was not mine,

I watched the maid you've hired,

As she hummed, forming the lines,

Crossing the cloth with a needle,

Stitching in a manner, so fine…

 

That suit would be just right,

A simple gratitude in return,

A 'thanks' for the pearls of white,

That I'd pretend to be surprised about,

You'd kiss my palms and take me out,

We’d take a ride on the boat you rent,

You'd pour me a drink and feed me a bite,

From the cocktail shrimp and other delights,

All paid with your money, and I know it,

From the endless depths of your wallet,

 

And as for the chocolate box,

I'd keep it for my other,

The serenade singer not another,

Who clings to me for your money,

Whom you'd pay to sing for me tonight,

And nights like this one every year,

But you're far too busy to notice,

And you might never find out,

So, I barely need to sneak,

And I can never be too loud,

On my way to another man's arms,

On my way to fill the gaps you left,

To hear the things I need to hear,

Yet see the lies in his eye so clear…

 

Yes, even him I do not own,

As soon as your money fades,

He too would be gone,

You've taken over everything,

The boats, cars, and the streets,

Those women at your office,

Whose perfumes smell so sweet,

Molding with your body, head to feet,

 

Ah, but wait... Just wait,

That's what this day's for,

I take it back at this date,

The only thing I've ever owned,

I greet the reflection in the glass,

I comb the golden curls,

I glance at the perfect stance,

And I paint my face with that smile,

My smile…

The one that had you fallen from the start,

The one you couldn't wait to see,

Every single day after that,

The one that wraps you tighter,

Tighter around my finger,

My fingers tightly around your heart,

Then you smile back, you linger,

Waiting for my fingers to snap,

And every time it works,

Sets you back in my trap,

And it pulls you closer to me,

Along with your leather wallet…

 

Happy Anniversary darling!

Would you like some brownies?

I made them myself this morning.

Author's Note

The rhymes are sort of banal...but its the idea that counts. Any comments?

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

I like how you start this write and how it comes together with rhythm and rhyme, overall great job well done.

[/~The-Giant-Martyr~]

I just wanted to comment about the rhymes ... about the idea .. well .. I think it's kind of mixed. First, I thought that she doesn't work and everything comes from her husband ... she only take the money and spend it anywhere she likes.

After that, I discovered that she used him and accept him for his money .. nothing else .. but I think the second one .. and actually that's the common style of the girls today .. but in short relationships "in Jordan" Sadly.

but in the end .. I have to say .. Good Job .. and looking to read the best from you and more enshalla :).