I am the Madonna

I am the Madonna
Glancing from left to right
Glistening smile back and forth
He’s there to my left
He’s there by my shoulder
But the one is in front of me
Moving
Moving
Closer...
My heart skips a beat
The moments come flooding back
Our eyes meet with an ecstatic glance
I look away

He’s to my left
God damn it, why can’t he just look?
We are so close
You reach out your hand to grab
My small sweating palm
I pull my hand away
“I can do it myself”
The pain from the past comes flooding back
My heart is cut off
Flying into the sky
Like a child who
Loses grip of his balloon
Off into the sky
No return...

Sudden jerk of the shoulder
I turn around
Ready to attack
Or perhaps
Ready to indulge
It is her
Hugging and laughing
But he is still there
Behind my shoulder
He looks at me
Waiting for my eyes
A polite smile
A sudden wave
I talk to the man on my right
I am a thorn
Piercing those I love
The blood
Salty
Bitter
Covers my limbs
I thrive on it
I die by it

She comes back
With the
One
No glances
No hellos
I do not face him
Is it just me?
Or does he look regretful?
I should have known
He would flock back

She is Venus
I am the Madonna
On the left he talks
Her beauty is contagious
Who am I?
The nurturer of the world
Not the Garden of Eden

I hear the ocean once again
She is off with my men
I nurtured
I loved
She indulged