What I don’t understand, however,
Is why you thought I wouldn’t notice
Her shadows on the sheets
After you had been together,
You stalked my walls and found them wanting.
Then you, with exquisite ease,
undermined them.
Complicit I bade the watchmen wait,
For a signal of your purpose.
But you so carefully and quietly,
began picking and removing, unpacking and exposing,
unwinding and reclaiming all,
that you could posses.
You were the first
To love me
To make me feel high
To see me as more than “hot”
To touch me in that spot