Contraband

You have kidnapped
my desire,
held hostage
my mind.
Your memory
is contraband
and I am the criminal
coveting your smile.
I hate when my longing
overcomes my rationality,
when I crave
to restrain,
rope,
bind
you to me.
I want to keep
your voice and
laugh and
humanity to myself.
Your fingers and freckles
are mine,
and I hate that I need you
and that someone else
probably has you.
And I am a lost equation,
a cause worth forgetting
yet I can’t forget
the scent of your skin
and the feel of your rough hands
carving their shape
into my existence.
You are my sin
but you were the tempter.

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