Rearrange your words to fit her ears
you await her embrace to sway you
you cling too tightly
forgo the world too mightily
and yet your lines betray you
Misdeeds surround your sight
you await her lime light
Too tall to stand
you stoop
upon her doorstep and
make amends with inner demons
demoting you to foe
demoting you
and you're owned
Your chivalry lies in feinting
wipe her face clean of frown lines
erase her dissonance with shy smiles
live in a world shackled to denial
so you
Rearrange your eyes to appeal to her
Sink and scramble as she reads your hand
“The life line is short”
“The heart line is broken”
The contortions of your hand
leave much unspoken!”
her waltz into the distance
finds you seated
scalpel in hand
lengthening your lines to meet her fate
lengthening your tolerance to her sate
wait at the machine give it all
and receive nothing in return
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