You Come Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You come.
You come and my breath you take away.
With it done.
Each time when you come.

You come.
And on you my eyes fix to stay.
With it done.
Each time when you come.

What is it that you do,
That empties out my lungs.
All my cool leaves me to lose...
Biting on my tongue.
What is it that you done,
When you come.

I've never before had my knees,
Buckle up.
Or had both hands to tremble,
Holding onto one cup.
I've never stumbled on my feet,
To crawl up to a chair.
Everything you've done to me,
You've done to take me there.

You come.
And I'm left to feel stunned,
Numb.
The moment you,
Come.