Poem: Coward

They were right about me,
I am a coward inside.
You don’t need a man like me,
one who thinks that you are someone to hide.
Because I ‘m deeply ashamed of you
and I should let you go;
Discontinue sleeping repeatedly with you
when my conscience is telling me no.
I only take you to movies,
never to a fancy restaurants
or foreign celebrity shows.
I don’t like to introduce you to my friends
and I don’t want you to know.
I only pick you up in my car after the sun sets;
I don’t stop by your office during the day.
Every time you visit my house when I have company
I do my best to chase you away.
I’m prepared to abandon ship
as soon as I have another willing vessel to board
while I whether your anger’s storm.
I keep looking franticly for someone new,
someone sexier to moan my name and keep me warm.
I don’t send you cards or flowers;
I will never buy you any type of jewelry.
You can’t give me what I desire
and that is the heart of this travesty.
In the dead of night while we lay
I often wish that you were a past lover.
The memory of that love ignites more passion
than your body entangled by my side beneath the covers.
I’m planting my tree in your available pot
until I can find a more lucrative permanent spot.
I love pleasing my selfish carnal desires
while stroking the embers of your furnace
until you give me all that you‘ve got.
I’d rather be comforted by a woman
that I am ashamed to be attracted to
than to be in bed alone.
I am a coward inside, not worthy of the woman
who I’m so readily prepared to disown.













Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga~Lover

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