The Last Time

The last time we made love

you swore she was done

her name erased from your tongue.

No longer did she have a claim

you swore,

only I could hold the keys to your heart.

Please explain to me

why you murmur her name

in the dead of the night

as I lay next to you?

Please tell me again

how she knows the man that you are

the one that

I have beaten to death?

How my desperation for love

for total acceptance

has dominated

and eroded our story to this bitter end.

The last time we made love

you swore up and down

that she was

but a memory.

The last time we made love

you stared at me in horror

as once more,

I made you mine.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

November 16/17