Conjugal Visit

Your face seemed to hold no expression
Though you knew just what you’re to do
I was the easiest target,
I’m still imprisoned by memories of you.
So I paid you a conjugal visit
I still had so much to give
And my heart beat a million a minute,
As I returned to the place that you lived.
We both knew the point of my presence,
We both knew where this always leads.
I was still serving the sentence,
And he would be gone for a week.
Your face seemed to hold no expression,
As we writhed and entwined on the floor.
You’re features were changed by the shadows,
I don’t know you at all anymore.
So I pushed my face in the pillow,
Grasped your familiar white skin,
This is the last of the conjugal visits,
When I exit I know it’s the end.