your voice skims
the surface of my balloon
heart like a ball of yarn
I roll across the hardwood floors
slowly coming undone until
I'm just a fuzzy red
string leading nowhere,
my caliber
lost to your bidding.
you hand me Love in the plural and I
take each one and suckle until
there are no words left,
your doctrine pulled from chapped lips
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I like this line. The verb is an interesting one...one intonation implying past tense .....another intonation implying present/future tense......and both/either working to set a scene for the last two lines......
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"you hand me Love in the plural and I
take each one and suckle until
there are no words left,
your doctrine pulled from chapped lips
like rose petals, dried;
you read Forever in my lines."
I do like those lines, Jen.
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