The Sixth Woman Poem by RIC BASTASA

All the women must envy her.
Because she is the woman that I truly love.
I have surrendered every atom of my being.
All my time is hers.
She takes away my education, my career, my past
My present, my future.
She takes away my soul.
My liberty, my thoughts
My feelings, my rationality
She is everything,
I mumble before her
And I tell everything
There are no secrets

There is only beauty, truth, and goodness.
She is regal.
She takes me whole.
She is eating me whole.
She will break me, she will kill me.
I have nothing left, and she can make me take
What belongs to others so I still have something to give her
To cater to all her demands
Whims
Caprices

She takes my books, my rings, my watches,
She takes my house, my car, my attaché case
She takes my savings, my fortune
She takes everything away from me
And I cry before her
I laugh like crazy
With what is happening to me
And she does not mind
Unmoved, unthinking
Unbreakable
Undone
Un-self
Un-real
To her real-ness
Unbecoming of me
She is unbecoming of me to all the other women in my life
She is forever
Omnipresent, omnivorous,
Omnipotent,
She is
Goddess

All the women say,
I am finished
And I deserve her
And they all wish
My eternal damnation
My eternal suffering
To a hell of perfection

Through her the retaliation is complete
The vengeance perfect.

I am helpless
She is the sixth woman,
The sixth sense

She is poetry and I am her slave.