үou αℓwαүs ℓooк Nιcε. . .

Although he admits he cannot
be sure if indeed his heart made affirmation–
or was it maybe his manhood
attempting to stroke
my ears with sweet nothings.Who
could be so sure to know–
to know what sparked our faith that night?
by igniting a small flame
of passion between our curiosities.
Nevertheless, he now says what I know he means

I’m glad I chose to say that. . .
I, too, am grateful for the tongue
of such a sly devil–’cause my life could no longer fathom a world without.

a world of wanting

 

Poetry

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