Closing the door and glancing straight ahead,
Will not stop me from trying to snatch breath,
My ears still hear the creaking of the bed,
Why leave me to wait for my dangling death?

He is your choice yes! What a choice he is,
Your kids will call me uncle if I’m up,
Gold made your heart mine but now it is his,
Before he’s dust you’ll take his chalice cup.

Your mind, heart and body were mine for years,
Your smoothness and my roughness made things fall,
Dreams, passion and flesh dropped and caused the fears,
Now you are nothing but a trophy doll.

Few ticks are tickling but after I’ll wait,
To see you above all and have a date.

This poem was written/submitted by Terio Ruiz .