pent up
She was crammingto unload
that crimsome headache
she was loosening my clinging stickiness
and wavering
expectant wishes
of
slicing through
some cannoned reasoning
inflicting
weeping grazes
my stumbledown pride treading
often clad
in
discarded ambition
I feel pensionary
my call recalls the tip of the tongue
a fleeting lick
plunged
in thought
pentasyllables
such
as inconceivable
for tastes of the past
until we are
cajoled into selective fondness
Of course I love you darling
i love your headaches
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