Poem: Something insidious (Female Version) - Nassau, Bahamas

The absence of fervour in your touch.
The strange strands of hair

found on my bathroom brush.
The people who keep talking

about you behind my back.
Your constant cravings

for a late night fast food snack.
The sudden business luncheons

on the weekend.
The woman who calls the house

saying she’s your friend.
At first I dismissed all these things

as a product of my imagination.
Until your late nights at the office,

and tiredness

led to sexual and emotional frustration.
There is a rotten stench

that can not be denied,
One of us;

being you,

has something insidious to hide.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2007 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.