'I am not your darling.'
Your cold blue words flashing from the screen
like a slap, wake me to the danger I've been in.
Believing that I'd heard
in your cool messages the words
that lovers use, echoing from the ardent lust we'd shared
under the sightless moon beside the darkened sea,
I'd answered as a lover would. But
you post a timely warning sign -
I am not your darling
and you
are not
mine.
Janice Windle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ups-and-downs-collection-crushed/
