Poet Tacito Poet Free verse

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

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Richard Lamoureux April 25, 2014 at 2:03 PM When it comes to love I am okay with being the silver medalist as I prefer for her to come first.

Debbie Duncan August 28, 2013 at 10:08 AM Awesome write Drake,,,, very nice. Reminds me of City of Angels movie with Nick Cage & Meg Ryan. Love your poem ;} thank you for liking my Floodgates ;} Poet Tacito August 28, 2013 at 10:14 AM Ahhh, that Alanis Morrisette track from the movie's soundtrack. "Uninvited"...yes. Good call and thank you for stopping by, once again, Debbie! =D

Eileen Manassian August 26, 2013 at 10:54 AM Had to read it again!!!! So beautiful, Drake. Hey.....my latest poem is SO long but I can't seem bothered to work on it. Any ideas on how I can clean it up???? Thanks for the visits... I've missed ya. Eileen Manassian August 26, 2013 at 11:49 AM Sounds like a plan...I mean, don't sweat it, but...if between reading poetry, and running your computer game business, and all the things you do, you have a few spare minutes....help me out! ;) Poet Tacito August 26, 2013 at 11:05 AM :) I'll take a look. Maybe SoupMail me next time before you post it, if in doubt? :)

Jessica Soler August 22, 2013 at 10:54 AM "Amazing poem!.its heart touching" Poet Tacito August 22, 2013 at 12:11 PM Hi & Thank you so very much, Jessica! Great to meet you!

Eileen Manassian August 18, 2013 at 11:55 PM Drake, please check your soupmail! Poet Tacito August 19, 2013 at 12:12 AM Done. :)

Red Fiery August 14, 2013 at 8:08 PM I don't know what to say now..the way you described a Trophy wife. .I kept thinking over this..great , wonderful and stupendous ..what else should I say ..cheers ! Poet Tacito August 14, 2013 at 10:03 PM I think you said quite a bit, actually. =) Thank you so so so much!!! =D I'm really happy you stopped by!

Betty Bateson August 12, 2013 at 9:57 AM A wife always needs to be her own person and not put in a place that is not of her choosing. Lovely poem!! Betty Poet Tacito August 12, 2013 at 10:10 AM Precisely. :) Thank you so very much, Betty!

Laura Breidenthal August 7, 2013 at 4:01 PM Aww...so sad. Oddly enough I had a dream of a woman--she seemed to be a trophy wife.. this is so beautiful Drake! This type of stuff frustrates me. I was in a relationship--he treated me merely as a trophy-- and I couldn't stand it. We're friends today and we respect each other thankfully. This brings back a couple of memories. Very awesome one. Always, Laura Poet Tacito August 7, 2013 at 4:04 PM Yes, it frustrates me to no end either. I've met quite a few like that. Sadly, they take it...and stay. Pity, really. Thank you so much, Laura. =D

Shirley Candy August 3, 2013 at 4:17 PM DD as always, again, your words mesmerized me :)) Poet Tacito August 3, 2013 at 4:34 PM MY PS!!!!! =D Thank you so much.

Monterey Sirak July 31, 2013 at 6:46 AM Simply brilliant! The sadness and loneliness of both the husband and wife shine through. Poet Tacito July 31, 2013 at 7:06 AM Monterey! Thanks so much. Yes, sadness of BOTH the husband & wife, indeed. Well said.

Sue-Ellen Newman July 30, 2013 at 8:54 PM Had to read this one as I know a few trophy wives and it angers me so to see the humility these men put their wives through you poem is an awesome message to trophy wives to read your lines and see their true life,, great write well done spot on, blessings to you sueellen Poet Tacito July 30, 2013 at 9:36 PM Indeed, as do I. Frustrates me too, at times. Thank you so very much, Sue-Ellen!!!! Really nice of you to stop by!

Suzanne Delaney July 30, 2013 at 1:25 PM Great title, Jake You really tap into the world around you and describe it with truth and intuitive instinct. You are a fav poet and a real friend to me. Suz Poet Tacito July 30, 2013 at 1:31 PM Hey there, Suz! =) Thank you very, very much for that.

Charlotte Puddifoot July 29, 2013 at 2:44 PM just been reading through some of your free verse and I'm very impressed! and this is a well written piece with some striking lines, powerful depiction of a somewhat soulless scenario (some alliteration for you there haha) :) Poet Tacito July 29, 2013 at 2:45 PM HAHAH! It's all good. Hi & thank you, Charlotte! =D It's great to see you back around again!

Karen Anglesey July 29, 2013 at 12:10 PM Outstanding portrayal of this phenomena. I don't know what fullfilment there could ever be in being willing to compromise life for the perception of wealth and status... you put the reality in ugh Poet Tacito July 29, 2013 at 1:17 PM Hey Karen!!!!!! =D I really don't know either...other than a very false sense of security. Thank you so very much!!! It's great to see you here again!

Lucilla Carrillo July 29, 2013 at 9:34 AM Drake; This is just awesome. I sometimes wonder why a woman stays on, or anybody for that fact. I think that sometimes - people are just afraid of being alone. Whatever it is - we humans just tend to complicate our lives. Thanks for sharing..... Lucilla Poet Tacito July 29, 2013 at 9:39 AM The common reasons are loneliness, lacking of self-confidence, etc. We don't believe enough in ourselves to deserve better. People want to "work things out". But, lets face it, it rarely works. And, if it does work, there's usually a very high price. True love shouldn't ever have such a high price. But, what do I know? Thank you so much, Lucilla! =)

Heather Ober July 29, 2013 at 9:27 AM "But, his knees are too decrepit to kneel in your temple" - You come up with such killer lines. There are always lines in your poems that jump right out at me, but that one really stuck. Awesome job!! Poet Tacito July 29, 2013 at 9:32 AM Howdy, Heather! =D Thank you so much. I do what I can. Great to see you here!!!

Cherie Thomas July 28, 2013 at 7:30 PM You have an amazing way with words Drake...really enjoyed reading this poem...excellent!!! :) cherie,,, Poet Tacito July 28, 2013 at 8:41 PM Many thanks, Cherie. :) I do appreciate that!!!

Audrey Haick July 28, 2013 at 5:09 PM SAD, but real...your line, "...An embedded hunger for him.." makes me wonder if it's truly a "hunger" for him or for his money...or power...or bad boy looks??? As you know, we women can be complicated, my dear...many times I am mystified, myself. Great job, yet, again! Always, Annalise Poet Tacito July 28, 2013 at 5:12 PM I get quite mystified too. Thankfully, not all are this bad. =) But, how rare that is...The "hunger" could be for the things you mention. But, more so, it's more about the mere presence of him. Thank you so much, Annelise!

Sean L Sanders July 28, 2013 at 1:43 PM I wrote a poem like this but I'm going to throw mines away, just joking I never wrote a poem any where near this one this is why I'm a reader of poetry not a writer. Excellnet poem poet. Poet Tacito July 28, 2013 at 2:21 PM Ha! I'm glad you were kidding. =) I really appreciate that, Sean. Thanks for coming by here!

Kim Van Breda July 28, 2013 at 12:20 PM So descriptive and enticing to read. I want to say.. this muse does not know what she is missing. Poet Tacito July 28, 2013 at 2:20 PM Hey, Kim!!! =D You couldn't be more right about that. Thank you so much!!!

Richard Lamoureux July 28, 2013 at 11:04 AM This is excellent, I would be happy to hold the Silver medal in my hand. Poet Tacito July 28, 2013 at 2:16 PM I hear that, Richard. =) Thanks so much!

Nette Onclaud July 28, 2013 at 11:01 AM okay,okay... i'm stretching the deadline for your new piece, lol... will soupy you soon!.. how was your day, trophy man?..:) huggs Poet Tacito July 28, 2013 at 2:16 PM HAHAHAH! Thanks! A Nette Reprieve! So grateful! My weekend was filled with food, games, & laughter. Not much more I could ask for.

Richard Lamoureux July 28, 2013 at 11:00 AM Hi Drake, please see my response to your comment on Monterey's poem. I hope this helps make sense of my comment. Monterey and I had exchanged soup mails earlier today and she was not offended by my post but was appreciative of the feed back. Richard Lamoureux July 29, 2013 at 8:52 AM Thanks Drake Poet Tacito July 28, 2013 at 2:14 PM Honestly, I hadn't even read your comment on her piece. I just commented based on what I read. :) It certainly sparked something awesome in my mind. You're always awesome, Richard. I don't believe I'll have to worry about it otherwise with you.

Len Gasun July 28, 2013 at 2:01 AM You wrote this very well my dear friend, Drake. A perfect and excellent poem that really shines like you. I read it both oral & silent & goes perfectly. You're one of my faves. I'm so impressed. Free verse poems are really hard for me to write but you're doing it really so great. Thank you so much for sharing! I'll come back & read more. Thanks a lot for your visit on my poems. I'm so sorry if I just came now because of hectic schedule; but I'll come back ok. Gud luck! love lots & big hugs, LG Poet Tacito July 28, 2013 at 7:46 AM Hey there, Leonora! That's awesome of you to say! =) Don't worry about how long it takes to comment on something. We all have lives. =) It happens! You stopped by here, that was really cool of you. I'm grateful for that. Thanks so much!

Nette Onclaud July 27, 2013 at 5:51 PM sunday is rest .. meaning, will i relish something fresh tomorrow?.. stay fine and thanks for coming by, drake..:) huggs Poet Tacito July 27, 2013 at 7:31 PM Lol. Not tomorrow, but probably Tuesday or something. :) Thank you so much, darling Nette.

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