The other day I shared Inner Turmoil Inner Turmoil – Scott’s Poetry – 11/12/17. This poem is a sort of extension of that one. One thing I must say: this is not a true story! I made this up for the purpose of the poem and its implied message. After writing it and sharing it, I got some strange looks and worrisome comments from the others in the poetry group.
Psychic Adultery © W. Scott Grant July 19, 1994 8:45 pm In a crowded restaurant I see you across the dining room Eye contact As the waitress takes the order. I cannot look away You are the object of my desire I smile Your sparkling eyes draw mine. My mind calls out to you You know my desperate need Imagine Your body close to mine. Our limbs entangled Our flesh becoming one Lust fulfilled Gasping in climax, again and again. My trance is broken Our link is severed Remember Your face, your body, your desire. One last lingering look Longing for each other Intimate As we leave the restaurant. You, with your husband Me, with my wife Unfaithful As the memory slowly fades.