I would like someone,
to show me respect.
Cater to all my whims,
serve me at my leisure.

Answer my callers
and bring us tea.
Someone handsome
tireless and robust.

Money would get me,
all of these things.
Alas, no lotto wins
to buy me a butler.

TeAnne © May 22. 2000

He lives in her memory
when she is all, alone.
The tears stain the place
where, her head reclines.
His picture faces the wall
she speaks of him not.
Broke her in a single heartbeat
when in his sleep
he said her name!

They had been friends and lovers 
with their 'Silver' celebrated.
She was like a well-worn Teddy
only accustomed to love and hugs.
She lingers day to day now
a newly single woman. For
the other one has her mate.

Tell tale signs confront
If only she had seen.
Working late, missing dinners.
His excuses, always vague.
Why oh why… 
was she the last to know?
Then in his sleep
he said her name!

Jezebel…

TeAnne © May 22. 2000

I often reflect on…"What's his name"?
Viewing his photos closely,
provokes the question of
"Why was I so mesmerised"?

I do remember though, the fluttering of heart,
the quickening of pulse, when our eyes locked 
on that fateful night.
And "The kiss" ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
Whirling into feral sin, five days after.

"What is he doing now"? I think…
Does he share the same regrets? 
Or does his differ?
While I tried to hang on
He let go.
 
I know I am invisible now
But who the hell made him,
lord and master of all my thoughts?.

TeAnne © May 23. 2000