The Call

I made the call
today
couldn't help it
couldn't hide from it
tried to run within myself
reign in the curiosity and
disguise the blatant intrigue
I couldn't
shouldn't
musn't
but certainly did

I made the call
heard the smile, again
heard the pause, the relaxed breathe
the instant connection
acknowledgment
importance, remembrance
inquisitive about
where I be and
what I do
why I am and
how long I will
hinting at situation complication but
willingness to forge forward
press through
burrow under and
hide within

carving out specialness
a hidden concave of
pleasure and safety
for just me
protection of the purity
uniqueness oneness
of it all

I made the call
today
and I'm glad I did

The Other Woman

You wonder whether I am serious
doubting my intent
this ruthless inclination
the revengeful desire to destroy
what I cannot have

Sleeping on me would
be your fatal flaw
underestimating the seething rage
that swept through my being
erasing all rationale and calm
eradicating logic and reason

You think I won't shatter that thin shell
shaping and forming your world
expose your flawed spirit and selfish self

Yeah, I'll let her know that
every taste of you has a
lingering residue of me and
every technique you ever taught was
learned in my secret sanctuary

You want to back me into a corner with
ultimatums of loyalty and silence
coupled with monogamy or else
in exchange for lifestyle maintenance and
random rendezvous, offering up bits of you
cause I can't have the whole

My refusal sparks your goodbye after
my morals have been compromised
self esteem demolished and self worth measured
price tag attached, bartered and sold

Trust me, if you walk through that door
I have no problem
Making that call.