The day burns with love
I show her a new way
with certain words.
To look at those
who’ve had our attention
in our distant past
take from them
the mattered pieces.
From yesterday,
and every day
going forward
learn to cherish
both sides
of that attraction.
To love and hate
in equal measure
I may be your poet
pointing out
how I’m drawn
to the narcissist
says more about me
than them.
The deception of feelings
we can’t hold back
the flooded stream
in all reality
beauty is just that
something we see
on the surface
that’s just ugliness.
I promised
I’d believe her,
until she countered
“I was first drawn
to how handsome
you are.”
I replied
“Don’t confuse
Who am I
with Who I am
they’re vastly different.”
She gave a loving smile
“No one talks like this,
just so you know.”
She then proceeded
to undress
certain pieces
“ All I know
is that you’re drawn
to my girl-curves.”
The pressure
to attempt
to look the other way,
was impossible now.
The girl placed my hand
softly on her hip
she straddled
and sat down.
In one easy motion
I swear,
I felt the soft soul
of the world
pushing squarely down.
With eyes locked
it was as if
we were one in the same.
Our pretty sex game
I kept her close
we transitioned between
being inside
to on top.
That sliding sensation
she whispered,
something private
we played to the music
until completion.
The early morning trumpets
clearly signaled the conquering
both of us defeated
both of us
in love.
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