ping goes her phone
as it lays flat on the table
before her
her brows fold down
into a deep frown
stares at it for so long
I wonder if she intends
to answer it or is afraid to
then in a rush she snatches it up
stares down into the screen
long enough to frown again
before she leaps to
her feet and flees the room
The owner who normally occupies
the kingly seat At
the far end of the table
is not here today
and I wonder
always more than a bit jealous
if it is he on the other side of that ping
and what is so urgent
as to make her leave so abruptly
Dripping jealousy and I recall
those nights when I
was
the one on the far side not him
or whomever it might be this time
I crave the dark and how I felt
the urges I could not
tamper down
where is our owner
now
is he somewhere in the room like I was
bursting with his
need for her
summonsing her so
they can satisfy it
ohh Lord
does he have the same
twisted
mind I have aching
as I ache again to be him
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