Come, come
Gathered up into naught?
"The lady protests too much, methinks"
You sit night after night
Comely and samely
You make no mistake of your place
I see you wherever and always
Upstage downstage right left
You besiege me
Gird me
Float above me as my muse
Mouthing my words
Eyes catching the color of each scene
'Tis I who can do naught
Bound up as fair Hamlet speaking
“A fair thought to lie between maids’ legs”
And yet we have
And yet you forget to
Come to me
For when I finish
Tired and hungry
My sanity balanced on a silk thread
Detecting the barest scent of elicit nights
You feign obsession
Vanquish me with folly
And I remember
“Frailty thy name is woman”
©kcasady2016
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