Money

We hug but feel the space between.
We kiss but feel the emptyness.
We make love but feel closed.
Nothing more can be done.
Nothing more can be worse.
Moneys on the dresser, don't forget your purse.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: lust
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