The Other Woman

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While your hands caress my body, is it her face that you see? Is your thunder of release now brought on by HER memory? Am I just a luscious body that contains HER living soul? Just an instrument of passion where your craving are made whole? Life has played a dirty trick, though, for our story’s gone and changed Sentiments which were so true then, all have now become deranged I am left to grieve and wonder how she came to steal your heart Was my love not good enough, then? Did she fill some hidden part? Did a fantasy not flourish, was some longing left unknown? Tell my heart what made you love her, why your heart for me is stone? Here you lie in pleasure’s arms, yet every thought is there instead Naked, grieved, I’m left to wonder what it feels like to be dead Eileen Manassian

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Shane Cooper

Date: 2/18/2015 4:27:00 AM

So sad my enchantress, the closing sentence leaves me cold and distressed. So many questions with answers that will cut deep. I empathise with her pain and anguish, to be used thus is cruelty most callous. A brilliant write my sweet, but it has left me sad. love Shane xxx

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/20/2015 3:37:00 PM

Thanks for your visit to my poem, The Other Woman, Shane. You always know what to write to lift up my spirits. Thank you for being such a wonderful support to me. hugs

Edward Ebbs

Date: 2/16/2015 10:38:00 PM

Wow, yes, powerful, nicely done :)

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/17/2015 11:15:00 AM

Thanks for the visit, Ed. I appreciate your post...and the smile! ;)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 2/16/2015 10:28:00 PM

Very powerfully expressed Eileen, with the right amount of ooh la la to capture the imagination!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/16/2015 10:34:00 PM

:) Capturing imaginations of someone as poetry gifted as yourself is a pleasure, Richard. :)

David Meade

Date: 2/16/2015 9:24:00 PM

The age old question of how a warm love turns to a cold death . . . who knows why some chase a false fantasy of a deceived heart. . . but I do know that there is life and love in death . . . your poem speaks clearly of pain, hurt, and death! Light and love LO.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/16/2015 10:36:00 PM

Thank you for your visit, David. So good to have you here. This is the case for many women, I'm sure. Fidelity is not only physical...there is emotional fidelity as well. The Other Woman....always brings to mind the need for The OTHER MAN. It's a world where a woman will seek solace from a love gone cold. Is it right? Is it ethical? No. Is it done? Yes. Love is a crazy thing.