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ground rules

Posted to Action Poetry




I can still smell
the massage oil
and my fingers
form her body
blindly.
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
blindness.
She's a smooth criminal
knowing
ground rules.

there is no time.