cutting in

Love,

why do you let him cut in

when you dance with me

to take me for a spin

of frenetic spirals

on the floor

i look o’er my shoulder

for your protective gaze

but i can’t seem to find you

in the room

and i can’t escape his grasp

as he pulls me tightly

into his obscene gyrations

Love,

come tap me on the shoulder

once again

for my feet are weary of this dance

of death

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