You are charged with potential
Shocking, crackling; your lips
Keep breathing hot laden nothings,
Your tongue rolls stuck on the 'o'
Between 'r' and 'l'; I can't
Hang like the damned awaiting
News. I need a sentence.
A Kiss.
There!
Now you are quiet with fullness
As I was quiet with the emptiness:
And between us something definite is born...
Unless you take me to court
As I have courted you - interminably.
That is
A definite danger.
It is
Quite possible.
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Author:
SleepyJackdaw (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A satire on the lack of effectual courtship.
- Category: Humor
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