Entitled


To what exactly?
She wondered
Never feeling
As though
She deserved
anything
Any thing
At all.

Was that low
Self-esteem
reviling?
Chattering away on
Woes like
Ice chips in
The ER.
No, it was not THAT,
Per se,

More hubris
Than
Family pride
A belief that
If she wanted it,
It should be hers
As she
Wanted
So
Rarely

But always
A bountiful
Desire
A need
If you
Will
Or
You
Won’t

I know we
Should
(extinguish this)
together
As
your precious
taunts do
Nothing
To satiate
The Need

That has been
aroused
Inexplicably
Unpredictably
With no
Rhyme or reason
Flaunting it
In fact

How can
This be
The wanting
Which
If gotten
Would cease
To disappoint
Momentarily
Until
We came
Back
To our
Rational
Senses

These things
I consider
From
Your off-hand
Manner
Calling your bluff
Could be
enjoyable
But
Then
Your chaos
Would ensue

And I hate
Knowing
How it will end
Oh to live
In other entire
Worlds
With different
Manner of time
Where there is
No guilt
No regret
Only pleasurable
Sinking in
Of
All that
Off-hand
Meaning

So charged
So open-ended
That closed door
You touched
the
nerve
first
And now
Again
I must
Suffer

Your
Hidden away
Scheherazade
Cloistered and
Closeted in
Your fantasy
Attic
Where we
Meet

In the summer
It’s so hot
We can’t help
But
Drip sweet
Sweat.
You moan she
Would never do
This
And we go on
Until
You must
Make more
Fatherly
Arrangements

Neither one of
Us
Likes this
This way
But what are we to
do?
We met
too late
For
Those
Perfect lives
To take hold

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