inside my pocket
are the keys to
your world and
to the gratification
we both seek;
inside your pocket
is the lock in which
the key fits that
will open our chosen
but hidden kingdom;
inside our hearts
rests a latent desire,
undernourished,
full of melancholy
and mature despair;
inside our minds
we foolishly cling to
each other's needs
and without glancing
back, the key is
quickly inserted.
18Mar14
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