The End?

(Sometimes I think we’ll be the end for each other should we ever get the chance. One, or both of us unraveling, pulling each other’s loose threads, smiling at the wreckage we weave ...)

The End? 

Sometimes,

I think we’ll be the end for each other

(should we ever get the chance).

One, 

Or both of us unraveling, 

(pulling each other’s loose threads).

Giggling,

Smiling at the ruin

(As we come, undone).

*****

Your cut flower has wilted, and it’s left you frenzied ... bending duality in our makeshift garden. 

*****

I am fluid

Liquid pools of melted lust. 

My head is dazed,

and soft.

Yours is torn, 

a jagged lot:  let her gently wake,

or rip your flower’s petals off? 

~N.E. Philomèle~ ©️2020

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