A new way to love you.
It happened distantly,
As I watched the way you tenderly touched her,
eyes closed,
passionate.
You have held me that way.
Leaving me weak at the knees
for the love of you.
Breathless in a room full of air.
And now,
Trembling,
Helpless,
I cannot look away.
I know those hands.
Those strong fingers,
Have felt them leave deep impressions
traveling along my body
in the same way
you now caress her spine.
Gentle, guiding,
sweet, yet controlled.
I sense that she moves you,
That in her, you have tasted something wonderful
something perhaps i can never give you.
I promised myself
That I would never share the man I love
with another woman.
Yet here I stand.
and seeing you, banks my own fire.
Your passion for her
stirs me,
sets me to simmer.
in spite of myself.
I watch you dance, kiss.
in circles and down long winding passages
listening silently as her voice rings out,
First happy, then soulful, then loving.
And in that moment,
When you are oblivious to all else
I wish, even if only for a second or two
that it was me you held
Instead of her.
For I will always crave your arms,
wrapped around my waist
in the same way
you lean into her now.
framing the hourglass of her hips.
Later that evening,
watching smoky tendrils
drift towards the ceiling,
spent in our lovemaking,
I will think of her.
And I will remember the passion she brings to you,
Knowing the flames she stokes
can only be quenched with my love.
And as I drift gently to sleep,
It is me and not you
That whispers her name.
“Renata”.
