She claims him but his heart belongs to me.
The intricacies of this situation constantly drowning me in waves of uncertainty.
She claims him but his mind thinks only of me.
He touches my hair, caresses my cheek, kisses my forehead
All the while ignoring her incessant calls
She claims him but his body stirs under my touch.
Should I claim him as mine
forsaking her claim.
He is mine as well and perhaps I have more rights over him
For I keep him warm, I soothe his heart and I know his body.
It is I he holds when all she offers is her voice
A voice that is so far and away
Yet I rethink my plans, my strategies my needs.
I rethink my pride, my guilt and her claim
I crave his heart, his loyalty but I stop my self
I put a halt to the cleopatra in me
to the Woman who would seek to draw him from her.
I draw my dagger hesitantly but it is drawn nonetheless
This is war
For I must lay claim to him for now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great psychological tug of war of a different kind going on between two ladies to claim the loyalty of a man employing their respective charms. Brings freshness in romantic poetry. Thanks. She claims him but his heart belongs to me. The intricacies of this situation constantly drowning me in waves of uncertainty. She claims him but his mind thinks only of me.