impropriety


It seems a long time away
August.
Travel plans, road maps
things to see and do.
Oh, what has she forgotten,
neglected and left behind.
Wishing away passion,
in the moment, wasting,
body longing.
Her light dim, virginal stare
and I miscarry the dreams to share.

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