The hardening edge of desire
soaks its feet in milky waters.
Drip by drip the faucet sings a song
about the unbirthing of our romance.
We listen with the valves of our hearts half-open,
waiting for the thud thud that never comes.
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2 comments:
"the unbirthing of our romance" is a great line.
I like the idea the desire softens.
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