Non-Erotic PoetryThe WhineThis being alone
is too much like
a whipping wind
rocking me back and forth
until I let go.
I almost let go.
The whistle was wicked
like a mocking child
taunting across a whisper-quiet room
foolishly
I almost let go.
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