Sunday, July 10, 2011

Rhyming Words About A Thought Not Dared

A kiss was the contract two fools wrote
and be grabbed her bottom to sign the note
with her hands clawing at his back, tongue twisted
he asked her if it were okay, and it was, she insisted
They fought through the concerns of love grown cold
kept closing their eyes to see the cards, conditioned to fold
a billion scenarios of people left hurting over this contract
and wondering whether they'd get away afterward with dignity intact
with some shedding, panting, entering and the dance around the sack
that ended too soon, too sadly, both knowing neither will ever get back
into that time, that comfortable history two sad, lonely fools shared
before they allowed a contract, a kiss that never should've been dared