i cannot be part of your traveling heart
between her touch and mine needs
you cannot cover my mouth and whisper into her ear
if i am to have you
i crave to have you whole
call me selfish
call me pitifully and desperately yearning
but i cannot share you
with her laughter and her nightly pillow talks
under sheets and in a dance
’cause you’re the only significant in my heart

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad