You're leaning in a doorway
but seemingly I'm gone.
A mute stretch of mouth,
a lazy nothing yawn.
Smiles stand still in innocence,
and repetition becomes redundancy.
Inconsistencies wash away all blame,
and I'm left with red hands in constancy.
I've wished for winsomeness,
but have yet win my allure.
A simply stunning symmetry,
always raps upon my door.
The smell of sweet decay is ageless;
a rhythm in forgotten lace.
A fool I've known, a fool I've been,
to deny your sole embrace.
I'm enveloped in delusion,
Encompassed with sin.
Reality peels back a curtain;
our skin lies on skin.
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