The thirst is a thorn.

He’d been a better match to her

In every respect, no doubt,

Except that an intellectual

She’d been with interest in poetry.

Herself a poetess, recognized,

She developed a passion

For a fellow poet, not single,

And passion grew to obsession.

She shed her qualm and her shame

When her passion for him was let loose.

She lost her soul found in her spouse,

And lived unattached for ever.

The thirst of a vital area

Unquenched by the matrimony

Will remain as a thorn in flesh

In the harmony of the couple.

12.09.2014