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Hungry Hands and Hearts
Two hands upon, constant and full:
gripping and pulling and molding to suit.
Fallen brown locks, bouncing with breeze
created by motion between the between.
And darkness distilled in spirited sparks
align in those eyes that had torn me apart,
along with the scent, the sound and the sigh
that tugged at me endless until the goodbye.
Wo' of the boot that scavenged me from
a parcel of past that had potential for love.
Mine to devour and last off to see
all of these curves and valleys to be.
But mind over matter was the resort
and the end to the means that sought to distort;
providing the rift to close us for good
and casting me off to find those I should.
Now I have gained new bundles to squeeze,
hilltops of bronze just settled beneath.
Trace along calf to the knee and above
just as our lust is mistaken for love;
we'll jumble together and cobble our words
despite all fair warning against the absurd.
Assembled exotic and muddled descent
that brings her behind to my full intent
and leaves her aghast to my full extent
as I intervene and enter against.
Inevitable was the collapse that concluded
our sordid relations and time spent deluded,
but did we regret our shade we had drawn?
Or were we just there to help it along.
