He glances at their picture upon his desk.
Their lives held fast within its frame.
He reaches for the phone, working late yet again,
His excuses are always the same.

The plans are in place and there’s no time to waste.
He has made his decision and it can’t be erased.
Partly to blame, but he feels not ashamed.
His rendezvous of lust has been pre-arranged.

They meet in the park, by that big old oak tree.
It's all about lust, it's all about deeds,
It's all about him fulfilling his needs.

No feelings of guilt for the ones betrayed and left behind.
A wife and two children, time after time.
Excuses all made he’s off to the park.
He waits by the tree till nearly dark.

For her embrace he would risk all.
Urges too strong to simply ignore.
Then she arrives, they hug and they kiss.
They go for a stroll along that old Mississip.

Their hearts are so filled, they live in that moment.
In each other’s arms they find their consolement.
When just up ahead, emerges an old familiar shape.
A couple sharing in loves sweet embrace.

Sitting on a park bench, arms holding each other so tight.
His heart begins to race and excite at the sight.
As they part from love’s sweet give and take.
He hears an old familiar sigh, he’s not heard in years.
His heart begins to break and his eyes turn to tears.

His heart skips a beat as the view becomes more and more clear.
Who is this that holds his love so close, so tender and dear.
He gets this stabbing, sinking feeling deep within his chest.
All his self control is being put to the test.

As he turns away searching anywhere, anywhere but there.
He ponders, how could she have done this to us?
God, life is just so unfair.

He hears off in the distance the baying of hounds, as if they’re from hell.
He is tangled in the moment and feeling not at all well.

Frantic, the thoughts, as they race through his head.
For he fears, if he were not alone,
surely they both would be dead.
As his mistress reaches across and holds him so tight.
Unknowing and playful, giggling, unaware of his plight.
Selfish indulgence veils her to this un-holy sight.

Unaware of the battle that's raging within.
Or to the presents of this blasphemous, adulterous sin.
He wants to scream out; "HEY BUDDY THAT”S MY WIFE!”
He fantasizes whether he should take his life.

Full of outrage his rage turns to quite, as inside his pain turns to trembling tears.
Held back in respect over reminisced years.

Like the tree that is all twisted in a late summer’s storm.
The passion in his heart once again has been stoked.
Justice or fate has struck like a lighting bolt stroked.

Like the wind swirling from all directions at once.
Like hail pouring down from the heavens above.
He’s tangled in the moment, with out any hope.
He’s tangled in the moment, with nowhere to run.
Passions bleed out on a park bench and soon will be done.

As his mistress squeezes him close with a heart full of lust.
His hands start to tremble and shake, his heart crumbles into dust.
He’s tangled in the moment; his spirit has just been crushed.
All the while, at home the kids play with their dolls and their trucks.

The flower that was once their love has now been plucked at the stem.
Aunt Mary sips English tea and prays for the both of them.
He’s tangled in the moment, snared in horrid dis-belief.
To the altar of love he must lay sorrow's wreath.
Asking himself, what price be this lust?
Asking himself, was it worth US?

OMG!! I was really into that poem. Gave me a feeling of being there in the park watching. Now that was a good poem!!

what she said

Thank you. I saw this poetry contest on another site. You had to choose from a title and write a poem on the subject. I chose," Tangled in the moment", because the story line came to me imediately upon reading the title. I tend to write, as my mind and heart poor it out of me. This is the result. Took me about 5 minutes, the thing practically wrote it'self, lol.