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By Em Hatemore Date: 2012 Jul 05 Comment on this Work [[2012.07.05.10.53.18543]] |
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It took what, two text messages? You pulled up next to me (did you really drive the yellow truck?) You are so easy to persuade I am so easy to do the convincing I could feel your eyes burning into me Watching me after, what? (it has been at least 2 years) My hands gripped the steering wheel Feeling your eyes trail up and down my profile Through shaded glasses I could still tell You were watching me intently Thinking Wondering Appreciating My knuckles were white by the time we arrived Sitting on a picnic table in the shade You asked for a hug (I thought you would never ask!) You got one And then some You smell the same Taste the same Interesting is it not? How easily we all fall prey? We could have cut the tension With our double edged knives The sharp edges of our sharp edged tongues Touching Slicing Hurting Burning A good burn at that. |