Friday, April 21, 2017

no such luck

she was stingy with her
kisses.
making love was an annual
affair.
her purse
had cobwebs on it
from lack of being opened.
she'd yell at you to go left,
go left go left
as you drove her somewhere,
but you held
the door and massaged
her neck, you
brushed lint off
the back of her black
dress.
you buttoned her up
and told
her how nice she looked.
she was too beautiful
for her own good
but you, being an optimist,
thought she'd
come around,
no such luck.

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