Make Me Your Black Belt Lover
We've been in this dojo for years
Sharpening romantic arts
Against the calculated edge of life
Your lips buzz me
As words drip and heart strings tune
1000 miles away, yet
We're the only ones in this room
Our love is growing solid as a brick
Too thick to chop apart or cut down
Though we stay in the dojo worlds discharged
Give me the chance
Make the choice
Surrender to this peak
Finalize this degree
As you make me
Your black belt lover
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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