Rush

I’m trying
To get inside your head
It’s easier
Now we’re drunk and fed

The words
Trickle from your lips
Wriggle and writhe
Dancing hips

Conversation simple
Undertones complicated
Always rush in
Guess we should have waited?

Unique approach
Cut to the chase
Obvious what comes next?
A vacant face

Can do whatever we want
That includes us two
Is there such a thing?
Just a tunnel you’re passing through

Out the other side
We can both see the light
No need to string it out for years
A few months feels right

Good while it lasted
Both of us are strong
All those cobwebs blasted
There never was ‘our’ song

Mark Scotchford © 04/02/2017

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About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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