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They say that time
Slips through your fingers
Like sand
But it’s not really true
Sand is much easier to hold on to
Time runs so fast you could think it was trying to win a marathon.
Our love is sometimes difficult
because
I am a poet,
a lover of words.
and you,
you're shy
and quiet
and occasionally
inarticulate.
But I must give you credit-
the words that you speak
are not poetry,
but they warm my heart
almost as well
 Apr 2014 Abby Lynn
b for short
It can't be helped—
I'm groomed to recognize rhythms
to slink and roll to synthetic beats,
to melt and form to that tight snare,
and find pure bliss in a groove.

So pay no mind
as I give my hips free reign.
This music makes a satisfying breeze,
and my freak flag needs to fly.
© Bitsy Sanders, April 2014
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