Just two ships, passing in the night
or two shopping carts, at the grocery store
glances that say, what could'a might'a
or maybe even, more
Who knows, who can postulate
all the what should have beens
some maybes, or conjugates
a minor sin, of skin
The look the pass of eyes
kindling of perchance flames
mentally too compromise
not even knowing, names
Never mind to reconcile
the quiet cost of ecstasy
whether yes, or not worthwhile
just, a crazy glance
and a simple
fantasy
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
Just two ships, passing in the night
or two shopping carts, at the grocery store
glances that say, what could'a might'a
or maybe even, more
Who knows, who can postulate
all the what should have beens
some maybes, or conjugates
a minor sin, of skin
The look the pass of eyes
kindling of perchance flames
mentally too compromise
not even knowing, names
Never mind to reconcile
the quiet cost of ecstasy
whether yes, or not worthwhile
just, a crazy glance
and a simple
fantasy
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