Love Song

When that song begins to play again,

It writhes and stabs my head and chest and feet.

I dance like fleas, like monkeys shocked in pain.

The DJ’s voice is monotone, a plain

Dry field. Static crackles like dry wheat

When the song begins to play again.

By leaving you I thought I won the reign

Of Me; a sweet, cool rain. What did I meet

But men like fleas, like monkeys? Filled with pain

They capered, begged, and bought me. With disdain

I frowned and sneered and thought them complete

Fools. Your song begins to play again.

Some song! Dry notes, flat cords, dead words complain

Of love in August, no wind, the heat

Stings like fleas, like spines designed for pain.

Oh why must my deserted thoughts retain

Your face, strong eyes, and hands so soft, replete

With warmth? Our song begins to play again,

My courage flees, my eyes are dulled with pain.

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