Curious Intentions Poem by Curtis Mosby

Curious Intentions



I pride myself on being a good listener.
I follow every word in detail.
Where did that scar come from?
Those lips are a version of a virgin.
I want to find something wrong.
I need to find something wrong.
The question doesn’t want ask.
Is this a sexual contact from your eyes?
Is love in there eyes when they gaze in mine.
I am blank blind is this worth my time.
One time for affection or love will it blossom?
Is this heart playing possum I can’t seem to grasp?
The sight of you and me unmask in the same sentence.
Will I be an apprentice?
On the sloop of a fail marriage how much weigh do I have to carry?
This is barely all my thoughts that juggle mu curiosity.
It certainly didn’t kill a cat but will it kill me.

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