Her True Love And My Possibility For An Infidelity... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am afraid
i cannot love another
as i begin to touch
and caress my ego,

i look at you
indeed you are beautiful
with your smooth skin
and long black hair

i feel it when you touch
my loin though you may
think it was unintentional

i am afraid i cannot love
another despite the trouble
we are in, this stage of
marital confusion when
love is asking so many
questions that i cannot
anymore answer

i am thinking i must be
sorry for love at this stage
is not true to itself
and if i pursue this matter
to its ultimate destination
i am afraid i cannot bear
this burden when i arrive
in the house and there i
can hear her crying, and when
i open the door she keeps
pretending that everything
is okay and then asks me if
i have already eaten.