Fool's Game
Her:
"I speak...
these words that bridge the gap between our seats
closing in the distance which my fingers could not reach.
They cling onto your sleeves.
Now, a part of me will be
with you even as you leave."
Him:
"I write..
these messages that I may feel your presence
despite the undeniable distance.
'SENT,' the word plastered on my screen,
which carry the weight of the feeling
the moment the other end screams 'SEEN.'"
Her:
"I savor...
the taste of each delicacy that touches
my sensory buds with your every trial.
A feeling of foodgasm trickles down my chest
as I'm swallowing the my jealousy and denial."
Him:
"I burn..
all my desires and pour it onto the plate
just to satisfy your finicky palate.
With cuts and burns I hide with every trial,
just to see your gratifying smile."
Her:
"I smile...
at the world we have inside your car
as the rearview narrows to a point from a far.
But my lips draw into a line when I'm struck with reality.
The conversation drone on all about her and not about me."
Him:
"I clutch...
tight with the disappointment that I feel,
as my fingers grip the steering wheel.
The engine halt mirrors the sigh of my defeat
knowing it isn't you on my passenger seat."
Copyright © Milvee Labajo | Year Posted 2021
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