Eileen Manassian Poet Couplet

Notes About The Poem

The Other Woman

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

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Shane Cooper February 18, 2015 at 4:27 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 February 20, 2015 at 3:37 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 February 16, 2015 at 10:38 PM Wow, yes, powerful, nicely done :) Eileen Manassian February 17, 2015 at 11:15 AM Thanks for the visit, Ed. I appreciate your post...and the smile! ;)

Richard Lamoureux February 16, 2015 at 10:28 PM Very powerfully expressed Eileen, with the right amount of ooh la la to capture the imagination! Eileen Manassian February 16, 2015 at 10:34 PM :) Capturing imaginations of someone as poetry gifted as yourself is a pleasure, Richard. :)

David Meade February 16, 2015 at 9:24 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 February 16, 2015 at 10:36 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.

Ken Carroll February 16, 2015 at 6:06 PM Well expressed but somehow sad Eileen.. Well done.. Eileen Manassian February 17, 2015 at 11:17 AM Yes...well, this is the case for many, dear. Thanks for the visit. Hugs...I read your latest...was on my phone. It is a beauty!

Charmaine Chircop February 16, 2015 at 4:40 PM This is very sad Eileen.Ouch that feeling ..How it breaks anyone's heart..But what doesnt kill us make us stronger.I can feel this dear!A fav Eileen Manassian February 17, 2015 at 11:18 AM Thanks for your visit to my poem, the Other Woman....Very sweet of you to drop by. Hugs

Jan Allison February 16, 2015 at 4:01 PM such a heartbreaking write Eileen with such deep anguish and pain in every line:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx Eileen Manassian February 17, 2015 at 11:18 AM Thanks for feeling the poem, sweetie. I've accomplished my purpose. Hugs

Tim Smith February 16, 2015 at 3:58 PM A sad thought Eileen...hugs Tim Eileen Manassian February 17, 2015 at 11:19 AM Thanks, Tim. Life is full of heartache and joy...We write of all it. Hugs