it becomes tougher still
scabbed, perhaps
so on Friday I'll set on her again
and see if I can fuck things up for her -
have her aching back at me,
with those eyes staring intently,
sadly,
wanting something more
than decency allows.
I think these days,
I think we'll never see their kind again.
Some special dispensation
for immediate attraction.
It is time to make the most of it.
2 comments:
hard poetry
Poetry is hard.
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