The Third Woman Poem by RIC BASTASA

She is the offer whom I accepted.
My heart and my head were bartered.
Such a price that I pay, I have less
My heart and my thoughts, but I manage though
For all these years

Oh she is beautiful and my flesh trembled
And I surrender without conditions
I am helpless
I am despite,
I am dumb.
But I assure myself, things will turn out just fine
As planned
As patiently planned

She will not talk and she will not answer questions
About her past and what the future brings her
She lies before me, she will be beside me
Her mind somewhere else, her heart not on her breast
And she tells me she loves me
And will do whatever it takes to comply with the contract

She also surrenders
She is helpless
She is despite
She is also dumb like me.

Sometimes I recall, have I ever invited her out for dinner
So my friends will know her?
How unkind, she is always designed as a woman-object
Fit for my bed.

We are miserable. What we need is a little time to stop this.
We shall figure it out sometime
When all the two women are dead.