Tag: collar
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Complicated Love
If I truly love someone then it never goes away. It may transform, grow or diminish. But the traces of it will stain the collar of white shirts. Leaving marks on glass drink-ware that has transparent dreams. My love is like a sweater coming undone. A loose string tugged too hard can unravel the sleeves.…
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Sweat Beads
Count the beads of sweat They drip from your chin to your collar It is left soaked Like love spilling over into a wet sea The salty taste is bitter but cool to the touch You swim in unnerving fantasies Driven by an anxiety you can’t explain It is a bath in cold water produced…
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