Trophy Wife

I watch your riveting sonatas Layer decadent truffles Upon his pupils Leaking wanton tears Grasping for serenity To have epilogue’s slow dance You latch onto love’s empty façade. No return flights to your destination. Where are YOUR wings, angel? An embedded hunger for him To treat you like a priceless prayer But, his knees are too decrepit to kneel in your temple. Yet, you stay… …stay Your freedom becomes latched Onto tortured leeches Sucking You Dry It’s the closest you ever Come To his flesh You stare out towards melancholic branches Cracking in unison outside your bedroom window Under Gemini moon A gripping slide of your fingertips Against convex glass Craving for encore Of that night emptiness filled your lungs with lustful whisper But, now, Pandora’s Box is your only translator Held by the skeletons in his closet With your name written against necklace’s recycled parchment As the one they blame For being a silver medal When will it be your time to shine? ©Drake J. Eszes