The Monkey On My Lover's Back Poem by John Sensele

Coldness is the monkey on my lover's back
Stealing her heat, chilling her heartbeat
Spewing an inconvenience stack
Through her arms, through her feet.

Coldness is the fly
That queers my lover's switch
To twitch her temperature and purloin her pie
When heaps of lies signal the presence of a wicked witch.

Coldness, sneak back into your grave
On a one-way ticket in a nearby thicket
To avail peace of mind to the brave
Who sail on despite your green-eyed picket.

Coldness, quit purloining my dame's joy
Pinching sweet smiles from her face
That radiates pleasure when your pesky ploy
Snatches both her ace and mace.