take five kisses and call me in the morning

Innocuous Doctor’s orders

Like melting time

He persists in my memory

Wheels turning

Clocks moving forward again

Filament of feeling

Fleeting figure floating

A ghost in the shell

I sense the innocence

& in a moment of time

The hour calls

Beckons me forward

Outwardly calm

Inwardly excited

Locking horns with burning halo

It usually takes two to tango

On a trapdoor dance floor

Writing sins, not tragedies

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