Morgan Copeland Poems

You could have had anyone
You could have had any girl
But you wanted me
The way you looked at me,
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The clock is ticking
One hand moving faster than the others
The feet pound the pavement
The force of each step send tremors through her body
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The touch of a lover’s hand
The kiss of a lover’s lips
The movement of his hips
I won’t forget
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She finds that we shatter into pieces
large enough to break one more time
So there is no reason, no rhyme, to the way
That we decay, at least twice a day
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She begs
"Heal me
What do I do?
When "God is enough"
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A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion.
An apology often looks like this.
Like the kiss on the face of an insult
In an attempt to make it feel beautiful
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He claimed once
Just once,
To exist for her.
A whisper of a wisp of smoke on his lips
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