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explitives in the title
by Johnny Crimsonfalling right up till I'm caught
and the pit of my stomach is filled with
the air that you just sucked out of the room.
Dare stop and glance at me
you gleaming glittering pixie of desire.
Make your move and watch me shrivel and walk faster
than usual, my entire body sweating
and my head turned to the sky trying to avoid
your chest, but really worried about making
contact with your eyes---
because then she'll know that it's more than obsession.
Then she'll know that it's more than the extended hugs
and pecks on the cheek that always seem to catch the corners
of her lips.
Then she'll change all her numbers and locks and shit.
10/23/2009 Posted on 10/24/2009
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 10/24/09 at 08:06 PM No explititives in this comment, but having lived a haiku version of this poem in an earlier year, from those eyes that won't be looked into, there could be. Suppose there might have been understanding in the pupil? |
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