Why is life so pitiless
as to place you so near to me -
and yet so far?
The vindictiveness of the Gods –
Perhaps in a past life I was King Tantalos,
still deserving of the wrath only I can incur.
You stand before me like
Low hanging fruit – yet out of my reach.
Instead of taunting me with water
In this life the Gods are taunting me - with you.
It doesn’t matter how badly I yearn
To nibble your neck,
Feel your arms around me
Satiate myself with the warmth of your
laughter,
intelligence
your soul.
OH NO!
I can’t
touch you.
kiss you.
lick you.
I’m not the one scratching your back…
I can only watch
As you walk away with another.