For this assignment we had to use some sort of repetition
If She Knew
The clock reads 3:12am.
The light from the train peeks
through the blinds and creates shadows
against my red walls.
Like the time you had me pressed up against the front door.
I could feel the cold against my back
and your warm breath on my neck.
My hands gripped you like talons.
That night the train lights also peeked through.
I wonder what she would do if she knew?
Three fifteen.
I turn over in my zebra print comforter
to the pheromones left on my pillow.
My nightstand, besides the clock now naked
from the one thing that is ever intermittent.
The wedding band that reminds me of why you're not here now.
What would she do if she knew?
Your hair wild,untamed,and huge like a lions mane.
Your raw energy.
Unrestrained and ferocious.
Manly and take charge.
The way you looked when you were above me.
Tracing that physique
like kryptonite making me weak.
Creating mental pictures in my head
Strewn across the floor of my sleepless mind.
I wonder if you lay in bed, with my picture in your head.
Tossing and turning now it's three thirty.
I look at the cellphone beside my pillow.
And I know
I wouldn't dare call you.
But what would she do if she knew?
Because part of me would love to,
to tell your wife shattering things.
How when you take out the garbage you call me.
And remember the one night you and your buddies went out after work
you were drunk outside my apartment and your friends were telling you to turn around, that I was asleep.
Or the time you took me to the movies and held MY hand
as my fingers ran circles around that band.
But for now I'm laying here in this bed
wondering when the train shall come again.
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