Shame on You

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.

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