Slick Flick
Slick flick of the forked
tongue that abandons
the scaled trap.
One flick of a switch
and the hold lessens
this is gone.
A glitch of moments
with blissful sorrow
that is caught.
A dance without pulse
is no dance at all
this is us.
tongue that abandons
the scaled trap.
One flick of a switch
and the hold lessens
this is gone.
A glitch of moments
with blissful sorrow
that is caught.
A dance without pulse
is no dance at all
this is us.
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So. I think this poem is about a broken relationship between two people. It can be a friendship, relationship, or anything really, regardless of sexuality or race or gender.