the sex was a lure
sure, it grew into love
but it never should have
we watered that love
with kisses and long distances
that became a pool of longing
a refreshing drink
for parched hearts
a place to splash and play
but rarely linger
we fed the pool
with tears when we parted
and missed the cool
escape we had created
looking for oases
in others instead
never inside ourselves
never where it could actually be found
--
April PAD - Poetic Asides Day 6: trap
Friday, April 10, 2020
Pool party
Labels:
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escape,
love,
lure,
relationships,
trap
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