Love Stories

Watching love stories unfold

in a room


And I strongly suggest a little more

for your mouth


The seed of our passion is gone

to waste


On carpets, brown and rage, I

suffer for you


So completely dependent on her love,

what she says


I’m hurting for more of the same,

it’s true


The love in the room unfolding

its wings


Awakens the sights unseen, and I’m

for more


A little sweat to get me through a night

of leaning


Outside myself now, but nothing I can see

says differently


Nothing changes the song on the record—

the love seized


Like an engine that’s been touched by cold;

a battery down


A love story in the room flexes its muscles

but not for long.



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