First A Compliment
First
it's a compliment.
Ego flattery
and mutual words
of admiration.
Second
It's a message sent.
Inbox underhand
when no one's looking.
Late nights when minds snooze.
Third
The conversation.
The cherished applaud
of conjoint motive
and hopeful desire.
Fourth
The poetry flows.
Dreams still unspoken.
The lines are metered
frantic to ensnare.
Fifth
Gaining an insight
into a bared soul
friendship is written,
suggestive of more.
Sixth
Collectively wrong
the inbox romance,
numbers exchanging
sneaky misdialling.
Eight
Sexual frustration
lives with long term nags,
comfortable slippers,
and internet wanks.
Nine
The reality is
infidelity
for a fantasy
of anger and hurt.
Concluding
A poets fancy's
fickle heart trapping
fools, she wants to be
everyone's darling.
©Jacqui Slade
Poetry by Jacqui Slade
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Written on 2016-08-08 at 21:42
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