Non-Erotic PoetrySeparately TogetherIt's a mess of indecision
with a yen to make amends
but won't that gesture
open ancient wounds
closed to scars
by healing time?
Oscillation rocks my roots
and dims my desideratum.
Words might fill the silence
or bridge our differences
but we continue
to tumble, jumbled
like underwear in a dryer,
your boxers embracing
my bra, my nightdress
kissing your stuffed shirt?
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