It Was Clear Enough

it was clear enough
what you were
trying to tell me--

one woman's christmas cards to you
by the sink
and on the wall

another woman's red-hot painting
of her passions for you
unleashed
by the window sill

and yet another woman's face
on your mobile phone--

we are just friends.

still they taunted me
as i tried
to love you
with my body

and haunted me
as i tried
to fall asleep
in your arms.