Rude Awakening
From afar I can hear her dulcet giggle
as he whispers something in her ear.
She smiles at him and rests her hand on his.
Both start on their way,
and she lays her head on his shoulder.
He caresses her silky waist with his hands.
I clench mine and they begin to throb.
He runs his fingers through her flowing, bister hair
as mine all stand on end.
They are seated, with his face still obscure.
He tells a joke and she laughs mellifluously,
with her eyes in a joyous squint and
her smile in full bloom.
She illumines a coy, rosy blush with her hand on his cheek.
My breath is labored, my chest heavy with rancor;
My sullen visage aglow with crimson.
Gazing at one another, I see that glance - he has her.
As I stare, envy boils me alive
and ire consumes me as love before.
One glance, two fires.
They leave and I follow; flames trail fuel.
He twirls her as they dance sans music.
I dizzy with a disorienting fury;
my pulse is deafening, cacophonous.
He lifts and carries her to her door.
My veins protrude as I writhe in crippling anguish.
The dire end to the scene unfolds thus.
They embrace, a brief hesitation,
her tender lips draws inexorably towards his. They meet.
I avert my eyes, and my body tingles
as if my skin were pierced by sprouting needles.
The door is shut, and I drag my sight back.
He stands for a moment, savoring her divine endearment.
Seething, I approach him. Who is this faceless usurper?
Preparing for the impending, unmitigated release,
I grab his shoulder and force him to face me.
Petrified, I stare at my reflection in his countenance.
The mirror tilts back and shatters on the ground.
I stand aghast as I look at myself from beneath,
as the myriad of faces look back at me reprovingly.
I sit up doused in a chilling sweat
as I try to catch my breath. I can't stop quivering.
Though groggy, and all things not yet clear,
I am awake.
As I ready myself in a careful hurry,
I look at the time and hope I'm not too late.
as he whispers something in her ear.
She smiles at him and rests her hand on his.
Both start on their way,
and she lays her head on his shoulder.
He caresses her silky waist with his hands.
I clench mine and they begin to throb.
He runs his fingers through her flowing, bister hair
as mine all stand on end.
They are seated, with his face still obscure.
He tells a joke and she laughs mellifluously,
with her eyes in a joyous squint and
her smile in full bloom.
She illumines a coy, rosy blush with her hand on his cheek.
My breath is labored, my chest heavy with rancor;
My sullen visage aglow with crimson.
Gazing at one another, I see that glance - he has her.
As I stare, envy boils me alive
and ire consumes me as love before.
One glance, two fires.
They leave and I follow; flames trail fuel.
He twirls her as they dance sans music.
I dizzy with a disorienting fury;
my pulse is deafening, cacophonous.
He lifts and carries her to her door.
My veins protrude as I writhe in crippling anguish.
The dire end to the scene unfolds thus.
They embrace, a brief hesitation,
her tender lips draws inexorably towards his. They meet.
I avert my eyes, and my body tingles
as if my skin were pierced by sprouting needles.
The door is shut, and I drag my sight back.
He stands for a moment, savoring her divine endearment.
Seething, I approach him. Who is this faceless usurper?
Preparing for the impending, unmitigated release,
I grab his shoulder and force him to face me.
Petrified, I stare at my reflection in his countenance.
The mirror tilts back and shatters on the ground.
I stand aghast as I look at myself from beneath,
as the myriad of faces look back at me reprovingly.
I sit up doused in a chilling sweat
as I try to catch my breath. I can't stop quivering.
Though groggy, and all things not yet clear,
I am awake.
As I ready myself in a careful hurry,
I look at the time and hope I'm not too late.