Non-Erotic PoetryHe Gets MeCalling to tuck me in,
Chasing away my ghosts,
Whispering assurances as I drift away,
He gets me.
Marge Simpson and pterodactyls,
Oscar in his trash can,
"We don't need no stinkin' badgers,"
He gets me.
Daisies instead of roses,
Quiet nights at home,
Together even when we're apart,
He gets me.
His voice,
His smile,
His patience with me,
He gets me.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Every breath I take.
He's got me.
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