The Creeper Poem by Waliur Rahman

Who is the third who creeps in between you and I in the intimate hour of our oneness.

I see a shadow crawling in between with dark desires cuddling you in the phantom arms,
Pushing me aside to loop and lumber in grief.

I saw your surrender witha desire
earnest to melt in stranger'sembrace.
And I like a corpse lie beside you with sans sense and sans desire.

What strikes me most that how could you melt beside my souless body.
Didn't the act scare you to see lifeless eyes prying your private moments.

The body which had once a soul decompose
like a waste napkin in a dustbin.