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Bloody Awful Poetry

Copyright© 2024 by A funny bowl of custard

Chapter 1 Summer

You sit sideways across the sea of my acclaim
As I sing my temptation unto you
Pressing the button when so cued
To express what is so normally obvious
To anyone who isn’t one of us
Doing my best not to brood
Take all the moments as the flow
Enjoy the way you whisper my name
As if it had some real meaning
As if it mattered in the scheme of things
You make me
Feel as above it all as you always are
We don’t have that far
To go, to see
Just feeling the warmth the sun brings
As you lay half leaning
And I move on down the road
No thought to stopping, to sparing
Myself the loss of this
Still young enough to be in ecstasy
Enjoying you next to me
Closest I’ll come to bliss
Passionate pangs impairing
The goal we pretend to goad
I sing the words as much mine
As belonging to the wordsmith
Who crafted and placed them so
Eloquently
Almost as if they were meant for me
To sing this day, your toe
Moving to and for across the width
Of my universe and time
You lay sideways across the sea of my acclaim
As I sing my temptation unto you
Pressing the button when so cued
To hear the less than subtle
Half echoing chuckle
Some would find slightly rude
Not one to be so true
As when you whisper my name

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