Deprived

Deprived

I no longer melt into your arms,
slightly muscled and starkly pale.
I can’t fall prey to all your charms.

I can’t come to you to keep me warm,
for you’ve wandered down a foreign trail.
I no longer melt into your arms.

Denial of your love does not alarm
me any more.  I’m controlled.  I do not flail.
I can’t fall prey to all your charms.

My emotions, frantic chaos, swarm
about.  My faith in love has gone stale.
I no longer melt into your arms.

I can’t deny your absence does me harm,
like a drunkard deprived of nectar ale.
I can’t fall prey to all your charms.

The love I shared with you is far
from this being, frighteningly frail.
I no longer melt into your arms.
I can’t fall prey to all your charms.
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