Get this one thing clear:
You do not read love poems
and I most certainly
do not write them
None of this has happened
you did not kiss the yawns
out from beneath my ribs
I did not thread your hair with mine
I know this in the way
your shirt molds to my skin
how I miss the weight when it's gone
and your skittering gaze
You know this in the way
you refuse to keep quiet
lie still and let me
trace your topography
I need the distraction of guilt
to make it look like it should
but you have lust
which is more (than) real?
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Oh my gosh! Who's like, your fave sonneteer? <-- More Rhymes
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