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Emaciated and Depreciated Love Lozenges
From the back of a woman’s mind
A thought creeps, peeps and slips
Meandering through layers of blind rind
Summersaulting to scan sweeps
Teeming with spaces in vessels
Where the thought investigates
Which epistles and whistles
Blow hot in the vicinity of gates
Hermetically closed
Shut so tight
The thought wonders who disclosed
Innermost secrets to delight
Ears and eyes that
Pry with neither repose nor pause
In their flat
Moves designed with no gauze
In sight as the thought
Snaps to attention
Peering left and right although caught
Up in a distraction direction
That tells the thought the coast
Is clear to proceed
To a toast
For the feed and seed
Unbeloved
Unappreciated
In a myriad of pesky problems unsolved
In love lozenges emaciated and depreciated.
Copyright ©
John Sensele
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