A timid confidence
gleaming tortoise shell
beautiful but breakable
shifting, non commitment
moves from sphere to sphere
deepening the spell.
A torture of desire
just out of reach
top shelf, but untouchable
gazelle neck balances
a tilting head, lips unfold
blowing gentle speech.
Why the game?
once she purred a song
weighted but tender
bubble promises floated
on telecom’s faceless web
will truth surface before long? (ing)
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That was good, Dave but sounds so sad .
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