When I think of you
Every other thought
Stands at attention
To applaud, loathe or envy
The entrance
Of my imagination
Sweetie,
There are absolutely
no distractions
When I think of you
When I think of you
Other thoughts bow
In acknowledgment
Utterly incapable of ambushments
Those simpletons plead for mercy
Or try to rudely
awake memory
When I think of you
When I think of you
Strolling through
Each avenue
Of my mind
Or finding just
the right position to recline
Life’s aspirations
Stare in queue
Clueless as to if their turn
Will ever come,
My Sweetie
When I think of you
Copyright©2022 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
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