The lines across your body
Repeating phrases of limitless
Passion and
I could only think of you
When he held my chin up I
Was defeated and confused
It’s only
Sunday and I’ll never know
The difference between a poem
A song, a story, and
A metaphor
I never claimed to be
Anything but in love with you
And the breath between two
Stanzas
Of you making love to me
Her Two Cents
I never claimed to be Sunday and I’ll never know of you making love to me. I could only think of you.
Stanzas: It’s only passion and a metaphor.