I Apologize

I'm sorry. Your breath is too humid,
Too close, your words too lush
And rich. I start to feel ill when
I hear them, and, turning, take to
Reciting nutrition labels to dry my
Face and clear my head.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-07-07 at 13:32

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