© Tuesday, October 11, 2016
The squeeze of her hand in his
Fit like a silk glove
Now the poetry has gone
only perspiration remains
Carried to the moon
On the fragrance of his fresh kisses
Replaced by a rotting heart
bad breath keeps her earthbound
Comfortable with her
Sitting in silence
Today it feels like fire
burning his bottom
Just thinking about him
Made her smile
Now the corners of her mouth
are held up with safety pins
They pretend for as long as they can
Until pretension turns to poison
Adoration to anger
she tells him she no longer feels the same
he blames her for lack of passion
Where once “I love you”s
And talk of marriage and moving to Mexico
Filled the room like sweet incense
The smoke has dissipated
clearing the space of compassion
Proudly protecting
Care and concern
Used to be the norm
Now words are thrown at the other like darts
penetrating points
harmfully hurting
Neither takes responsibility
For treating the other like a movie screen
Insulting individuality
By projecting
Ugly ideals, wants, desires
onto the beautiful being
standing in front of them
Love kicked to the curb
Waiting to be picked up like trash
with rent in hand
suffering is ready to reside
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