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Jun 2018
You came into my home at 6am
I heard you peek inside my door
I put my keys back under the rock today
You wouldn't be taking them
No you wouldn't be taking them.

I've had to ask for my keys back before
It is often a painful display.
I didn't have to do that this time
Because this is casual
This is little fine.

You held me for a bit
I stretched out onto you
Until we had to disconnect
My dreams full of confusion
Desire
A piece of lingerie and long kisses
I wanted to find you and get back to you
My sweetness outstretched
Willing to bounce the ball you throw at me
Right back into your chest.

We made love quickly and I got sweaty so fast
The summertime making us all want to mate
I think of how cold this winter was
How little loving there was to be had
Before I knew you
Before you knew me.

Men in my age group
I do believe they have no desire to commit
In this big ole city
I dub Chitown
I long to be like them
An unafraid bachelor
As women cannot help but long for more
And we often have that spun around
Put right in our face.

We waited for the bus
It was warm and soft
With our paddles high above our heads
We sought who could hit each other
The fastest
The quickest
It was you who did it in.

I went into silence
I could feel your immediate regret
Sometimes I think you just speak
To just speak
And I wish you would fill it
With meaning instead.

We rode on the bus
I couldn't think of much else
Your eyes and face so emotional
My green outlined with red
My eyelashes reaching long
I could see an edge of pain
But I'm not sure where it stemmed from
I blew it all off
What else is there to do
But chalk it up
While simultaneously confessing the truth.

I had a large day
I paid for the crew meal
I started a shot list
Thought deeply about cameras, locations
Sauntered around with a grounded directness
I wish
Well
It doesn't really matter what I wish.

You said at the beginning
That you weren't looking for love
Though your contentment and ease
It speaks the most volumes
I'll be taking a couple seats now
About 5 to 9
And I think of those numbers visually
All up in my mind.

I told you I liked you during ***
You used it as ammo which I think you now regret
But we realized we both like and need meaning
I'll be here
Taking my seats
Living out fully
And expecting nothing.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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