The Idea of You

I think of you. I think about you.
Doesn’t matter if I don’t want to.
You’ve seen to it that my finger is not on that switch.
Unbidden invasions and conquest of coherent thoughts
Are your calling card. There is no barricade against you.
I’ve pushed you out of my mind, but only to toss
You away like some beautiful boomerang I can’t wait to catch.
I am happily helpless when it comes to you
Regardless of whether I want you or want to be wanted.
There is no hiding from you in any vault
Unless you let me hide in your safe room.
And I wouldn’t wish to have it any other way.


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