Wednesday, September 07, 2005

anti-love poem

hands hold, fingers interlock,
locked and lingering, half-cocked,
fingering the palm of the other.
intimate and committed,
too much, to smother,
committing an inmate into a chain,
a relationship unrelating,
a change and deflating of hearts and minds,
minds that find relating too degrading,
hands grating,
dropped and missing.
kissing stopped.
egos popped and fizzing.
it's the end. let's just be friends.

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