The repeating has
begun again.
What started out
as some vacant whisper
has managed to
force its way
back into my mind.
No one has me
so trapped inside
I gently say your name
just before bed.
I close my eyes
get all shut down
lying perfectly still
and start to remember
just how you felt.
You’re my beautiful one,
the only one
with a firm grasp
here around my throat.
You hold a perfect lens
I can’t wait to see
when I go to sleep
and whisper your name.
Maybe it’s just
these seasonal changes
that are crowding my mind.
I know it’s love,
a sickness really
I can’t quite rid myself of
shame on you
for putting you
here in my mind.
Shame on You
