The Holy Archway
You have the loving
eyes of a matriarch
that looks deeply to find
anything of quality
in someone else
to find something
to let you accept them.
And I tap
my pencil
awaiting
the next line.
Then your back
arches
like a motorcycle
ramp,
poised for me to
roam.
End poem
now.
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