Non-Erotic Poetryleavingice melting the only sound
except maybe my heart
as he looked down at me
those eyes again
saying more than he knew
and as I pushed my drink back
and stood
he looked so surprised
like I was supposed to want an argument
his script was different than mine
I thought as I gently closed the door behind me.
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