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Discombobulation
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he doesn't tickle
her fancy.
If that''s no lie,
then why
seek him out
surreptitiously?
Her terms of endearment
flow like honey off her lips,
but what are they worth?
Does she mean anything she says?
Profound confusion
blowing like smoke
in his mind
expands into
a mushroom cloud.
He endlessly wonders
if her attraction is true.
Her mixed messages
traps him
hook line and sinker
in chin-stroking discombobulation.
She relishes dangling
her feminine wiles
to him like a carrot.
When he comes close
to nibble at her charms,
she p u l l s away.
How cruel?
She's a struck match
that goes out in the frigid cold.
He can't seem to make
heads or tails
of her words and deeds.
What sort of game
is she playing?
It's perplexing.
Copyright ©
Edward Ibeh
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