The Shadow, lust of their desires…

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In a flash of surprise
as i looked on the clear spot
in a place not far from my distance
a dark figure cast on the floor
head came out intercepting light 
from the side of the couch's head board 

first it was one, as i thought
later the head became two
came from the chest 
of the first shadow
proverbial pair, man and woman

it was a pleasant scene
kissing on the face and lips
caressing each others hair
then it became so torrid
as if it would not last

the romancing was long 
exchanging places, endless it seemed
without pause, without a breathing space
as if i was the one who would get drown  
in the sweetness of their exchanges

froth from one's mouth
i could feel the excitement 
from their hearts
the lust of their desires
the sensuality
the thirst

soon, the shadow got tired
they held each others lips 
then caressed
wiped each others lips 
with the woman's scarf 
with the man's hankie
then embraced
then a little talk

as they stood from the wide couch
little by little each face came to the light
but why i was the one who felt so nervous
afraid? annoyed? tense? shy?
a mixed of unfamiliar feelings
odd or baffling as i sensed familiarity

then the truth has been unfolded
the woman, the lady
the girl, it's her
she's my girl, my lady, my woman

as they went passed me
i called out her name
the response was silence not knowing me
my heart wept and prepared a revenge
drastic times call for drastic measures
i won't cry over spilt milk
damage has been done
it's over...