Genie Out the Bottle

The genie’s out the bottle
I can never put it back
Now I’m ever haunted
By the ghosts of cyberchat

They speak in whispers
I cannot hear
In hidden shadows
They reappear
Leech upon my tender faith
Prey upon my fear

It’s not so much their faces
It’s more the little spaces
They occupy in her life

As if they meet some need
A hunger I can’t feed
As a husband to my wife

I know a little flirting
Is no cause for hurting
The only one I care for

And how can I begrudge her friends
Still I wonder where it ends
Infernal whys and wherefore

It used to be such fun
When we started out as one
Now I’m on the side
Fighting windmills of false pride

I’m in a maze
With dead-end ways
Whatever I do makes it worse
I guess that’s the genie’s curse

I’m tired of my anger
Tired of my shame
Of my screwed up emotions
Tired of this game

I tell myself to grow up
Stop acting like a child
Yet still the feelings show up
And voices drive me wild

Perhaps all this is penance
A self-inflicted pain
A cross to bear in silence
There’s nothing left to gain

The silly thing is this
A kiss is just a kiss
And she has done no wrong

It’s only in my head
When I’m lying in my bed
That I hear this doubter’s song

So I cling to my belief in love
Rely on hope and trust
Endure the storms of jealousy
Do all the things I know I must

For there may be ghosts in the air
That torment my darkest hour
But she is real and she’s with me
Our love has greater power

Wayne Visser © 2017

Book

Icarus: Favourite Love Poems

This creative collection, now in its 2nd edition, brings together love poems by Wayne Visser. The anthology traces love’s agony (“Broken Dreams”) and ecstasy (“Galaxies Cart-Wheeling”), from first blush (“Almost Strangers”) to full bloom (“Say ‘I Do!’”), as we fly to love. You’ve given me the gift of golden wings / The endless sphere of blue imaginings / The chance to rise above the silver clouds / The will to cast off untold ghostly shrouds / Don’t fly too high / Don’t rise too fast / Don’t tease the sky / Don’t taunt the past / You’ve given me the hope of warmer days / The blessed kiss of the sun’s fiery rays. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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