Non-Erotic PoetryGive-AwayAge or pain? Maybe both.
I almost didn’t recognize.
But the gentle grasp was the
give-away. Then I looked closer
and your eyes seemed as black
as his. 4 a.m. curveballs and
an invitation to a local motel.
I declined.
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