You’re out of reach and so am I,
but still, we collide, with our deluded desires,
tripping and falling over the edge of tall tales,
trapped by the ticking of my biological clock, and your broody moods as you scroll through endless friends, with endless surrogate related miracles.
There is no seduction,
only simple solutions,
methodical movements under moonlit skies,
by the book and by the by,
our eyes never meet and our lips are perfect strangers.
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