“c’mere, you,” he says
with that endearing, crooked grin
“damn, I’ve missed you….how long has it been?
you know what I’m here for, don’t think of it as a sin
now, how about invitin’ a fella in?”
weary & wary
she opens the door
soundlessly he enters, glidin’ above the polished floor
“you look annoyed,” he jokes, “like this is some hated chore,
please don’t be that way – I just wanted to see you once more.”
he pulls her to him,
kisses her, strokes her hair
they collapse into an overstuffed chair
clothes fall with many a guttural swear
as she drowns in memories of a love that was rare
“c’mere, you,” he says
as at the end she pulls away
the room filling with a murky smoke of gray
in horror she watches as he starts to decay
& she struggles for the strength to hold the past at bay
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