underwater kisses
in late november
unusually warm
for this time of
year
but the embrace
of tongues doesn't
last as long as it
did in the dreams
something felt
forced, unwanted
left scrambling to
find the passion or
even what the fuck
we were ever
passionate about
the past never felt
like it was worth
reliving
so i never gave
two shits about
remembering it
as i watch her
walk away
the sway of
those hips
that could have
been a mistake
though you have
to believe in them
to admit to one
nice poem. I feel it.
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