you put too much sugar in my tea
as a matter of seduction
the holes in our socks went unnoticed
for the remainder of the course
by then, your fur against mine,
we'd turned the clocks back by an hour
the saturday morning rain
pelting the picture window
all in time with the ticking and sighs
or your phone started to ring
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Loved reading it...found you on Poets101...
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