Chloe

Chloe enters my swamp with pouts
My heart leaps to my sleeve.
She amputates it.

My beating heart is in her hands
She squeezes. Empties it of feelings.
I sigh with pleasure.

Chloe is my first love. I don’t know
Poems or songs. I’m ignorant of love
Her pout is enough.

Insane with love. Chloe pouts
I whimper. Begging her to pout
She glides away laughing.

My swamp embraces me lovingly
Rejecting its caresses I weep bitterly
Chloe has gone but her pout is unforgettable.

Chris

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