How long...

How can I count the time that has passed
since you last came into arms?
These arms are tired of waiting, 

they need your warmth, strength, 

protection and hold me tight to your 

warm body.

A traitor does not run or hide, he bloats

his cowardness and spitful reaction to

my sight.  

With which right do you use those looks, 

what have I done that you can't stand 

even the sight of my shadow?

did you listen to the snake's two tongue,

that now fills your days and nights?

I'm just wandering what when wront

from your heart to mine in the space

of 24 months.  Now with your tail between

your legs, how dare you present yourself

and ask for my understanding of your little

escapade.  No, thank you, I prefer to return

to my spiker webs and continue the long wait

for a gentleman to pass by who will know that

my heart is in million pieces and needs more

than a feint smile and lies to calm my rage 

and my lost passion for the love of my lost

life...