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Leslie Moser Poem
Tormented by the apathetic clock
How slow 336 hours struck by
The urge to see you crept through my veins
Like a disease that had no symptoms
The relief set in as classes dispersed
Unfolded sheets called out in the distance
For sleep seemed to abbreviate the days
And dreams prolonged your memory
A glance at the photograph of summertime romance
Brought fire to a still-beating heart
She left in a hurry to endure the unknown;
A word left to none
An hour and a half of shaky hands and staggering turns
Bleeding lips and battered nails
Feeling despondent, I yearned to turn back
Nothing but thought that you may not be home
My eyes peered over to the passenger seat
Memories resurfaced through my lack of restraint
As the GPS repeated take exit three for the second time,
I let out a sigh with faint sanity
The indifferent clock, now benign
Stopped as I told him to come to his porch
And there he was, just as he was the last time
And there I was, all along.
Copyright © Leslie Moser | Year Posted 2016
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Leslie Moser Poem
Moan my name from your tiresome lips
Breathe that heated ecstasy onto my distracted tongue
so I can cool you off.
Your open mouth yearning for touch
While every inch of your trembling body
lingered on my aching bones.
I can still taste the regret on your lips.
Copyright © Leslie Moser | Year Posted 2016
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