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ground rules

Posted to Action Poetry

I can still smell
the massage oil
and my fingers
form her body
yet my
heart beats my
love away.

she's gone and
I'm afraid
to forget her.

She's back and
I touch to be sure.

but she always
leaves. It's cyclic
and tiring me.

fire for free
at will and
mindless in numbing
She's a smooth criminal
ground rules.

there is no time.