Puppet

“I love you,” I think,
As I lay in your bed.
Warm in your arms,
With your lips on my head.
I know I can’t tell you,
About the storm inside.
Because you’ll whisper my name,
And say, “Sweetie, don’t bide.”
I know I’m the doll,
In your puppeteers world,
Pinocchio, you think,
With my body unfurled,
But I can be real if you ask,
Our hearts in sync.
I’ll drink from my flask,
Don’t leave me my love,
As you leave for the city,
It is you I will ever think of.