Time Alone
Physical pleasure, what is it?
Can you describe it?
It’s been so long,
So few and far between.
I cannot help but think
That I will lose it,
But how can one so lose
What’s never been?
How time has slipped
Its fingers in between us.
The cursed, wretched fingers
Disturbing lives
How does it justify
Its very purpose,
To separate the husbands
From the wives?
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