Sad girl, smiling
at me
fully dressed
as we dance, naked
to the world
I am
awkward fingers
stumbling
upon the miracles
of her body
She rides the
beat,
an avalanche of
holy fuck
I fall in love with her
every time my
drunk legs miss
and I beg her
to catch me
She imagines
a backseat,
kitchen counter,
legs spread
I just want to hold her hand
But she's grinding
a message
and it's reached my head
and some other
places too
But the song's stopped
my arms are at my side
I am not welcome
Miracles last
as long
as pen strokes
And tonight she fucks him
as I sleep.
A beautiful mystery
unraveled,
only to fall -
clothes
and all.
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