Space Between UsMature

brief poem playing with rhymes

Your pupils envelop your iris, and I wish

That I could forgive your caressing hand, and

our lips would kiss, and release as we crease the sheets


With misunderstanding and tearful violence, but silence

ensues after your massage; you get the message

and fall limp in the bed, your head


turned away from my cold now becoming hot; not

sure if my resignation was worth your shirt, my skirt

not being flung full force on the floor - more


even to say we could embrace, your face

on the space between my face and my chest; rest

no more, I'm ready to supplicate! But Fate

would say, "your hearts sleep broken in a fight, tonight."


The End

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