Poem: One Drop

Take me as I am or don’t take me at all.
I’m not a doctor you infrequently visit
when loneliness’ sickness calls.
If you were an alcoholic,
I would be the few times you tried to stay sober.
Don’t you know that it only takes one drop
for the cup to run over?
I can sleep in your home; lay next to you on your bed.
But when he comes by unexpectedly I have to hide in the tub
underneath the showerhead.
I want more from you than equity in a time-share.
I want the condo and all of the amenities available to me
for the entire year.
I need more than a thrill and a romp of elation.
I’m tired of sneaking around during lunch breaks
and annual vacations.

If his name, his status, his money, means so much to you.
Then I am prepared to limit the players in this love triangle to two.
The neck of this relationship is exposed,
cast aside is the shawl.
Woman, take me and only me as I am
or don’t take me at all.
This illicit affair has lost its fragrance,
shriveled is the clover.
My dear, what use is the vessel
if it only takes one drop to make the cup run over?

By Sean R. Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.