He made love to me

while trying to find her,

looked at me

as though my eyes would

reveal the reason

for her departure.

Kissed me like my lips

were burning with her name;

my moans gathering,

he tried to find her tune.

I stayed, didn’t I?

Tried to show him

what lies within me

is better than what she offered.

I held his head

looked into his eyes,

screaming in anger

“I am here! I am here! Look at me!”

Oh my love,

I soon learnt

she branded her being

through his blood

to the beginning of his soul.

I foolishly

offered flowers

to a man

seeking water.