I ate slow,
while you analyzed my every stir,
From a lost glance,
to a shift in the seat.
You fed me pheromones on a spoon,
and I slurped them down like honey.
Thick and dysphagic.
Disconcerted with the derailment,
it eased the tears that hid behind tangles of unwashed hair.
Interluding like a meandering mind on a charring back burner,
the persistence lacked.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
I ate slow,
while you analyzed my every stir,
From a lost glance,
to a shift in the seat.
You fed me pheromones on a spoon,
and I slurped them down like honey.
Thick and dysphagic.
Disconcerted with the derailment,
it eased the tears that hid behind tangles of unwashed hair.
Interluding like a meandering mind on a charring back burner,
the persistence lacked.
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