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by Kimberly Bowen

stop. Stop. STOP.
Shapely legs, waist recently shed of weight
Curvy silhouette shadow
Of your pigeon-toed stance

Across the room between me and you
Body, body, desk, chair
There needs to be more between here and there
Palpating pupils beyond repair

go. Go. GO
Anywhere but near
Nothing to miss when it is just vapory air
Acknowledge the shadow, shun the flesh

There is no rhythm, no strum
That will make room for any piece
Just a few more days
And no longer will pulsing beats Morse code
Across the room attempting to win me over

Stop. Go. go. stop. She thinks…
Reading every miniscule glance
Dodge, wizzle and wind, avoid all contact
Stay your distance until gone--got it.
Lips cemented open not a whistle comes out

This heart, fills with crusted plasma
Realizing moments are dwindling
Until your parasitic soul un-entangles itself from mine
Throw that last shoveled pile in
Four years is too long to lay in an uncovered grave

02/28/2010

Posted on 02/28/2010
Copyright © 2018 Kimberly Bowen

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