Poem: Something Insidious - 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 man who calls the house

saying he’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 Munnings
The Raga~Lover

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