Three Daddy Syndrome

She gave her love to this man laid in his bed

Nine months later she cradled her joy in her hands

Ten months later he was know where to be found

On to number two who was no better than number one

Showered her with promises

Then reneged by raining blows across her

Swollen stomach

You’d think she learned from her mistakes with

Two babies one hanging onto her legs

And the other swaddled in her arms

Being a romantic and always looking for the

Best in everyone in strolled baby daddy number three

Cool as cucumber didn’t even bother with all that

Phony bullshit just went for what he wanted

And it wasn’t her good cooking

Before she could blink the doctor was congratulating her

On baby number three

But in the back of his mind he was wondering

How she could have fallen for the three daddy syndrome

Sweeter Tomorrows

As I sleep and dream

Of ardent awakenings

My soul bathes in yearning

Crying out to be fulfilled

Toss and turn to the sweetness

Of quiet whispers tantalizing

My essence

Roll over reaching out to an apparition

Of longing

Silently falling deeper into slumber

Moan of pleasure

Sigh of contentment

Intake of deep breath

Curl into myself

Hugging empty air

As I sleep and dream of

Sweeter tomorrows