Here, on this couch
I am visited by august memories
Of you: lying here, on this couch
Crooning, a well tuned stringed
Instrument, plucked skillfully
Your voice comes to me
In a whisper: are you still inside me?
I shiver. I am back to an earlier time
When you take me in fully, all night
And all day long. I whisper:
Yes, I’m still inside you.
And it feels so good. Do you feel me?
You feel so good inside me, you say
And wink. Then turn to go,
Disappearing into the dark recesses
Of repressed memories.
My eyes fly open, a throbbing
In my chest, right hand rubbing
The scar on my heart, from
When you withdrew
Your love from inside me