There is another woman in my boyfriend's life.
She is artful and deceiving--
And addictive.
She can penetrate him deeper than I ever could--
Or would.
While I can barely fill his mouth,
She infiltrates his ever alveoli,
Rushing through his veins,
Altering his chemical balance.
She has penetrated me, too;
In a perverted orgy
She has left a dusting of
Black, cancerous ash on my lungs--
A singer's lungs.
While I have the power of
Logic
To persuade him to dump her,
His body cannot live without her.
One day he MUST choose
Between a dichotomy of women:
The angel and the whore,
Timeless images of impossible
Non-existent women.

May he choose the one who brings him
Happiness--
And long life.