locks and keys

bernardsbarnes Poetry, , , ,

if my hands were the limbs of my mind
I would understand women
if my tongue could speak the words
and emotion
lapped from your cunt
then I would know you inside out
if you could hold my cock
like something more than a toy
maybe we could be happy
perhaps
if we try
we can be people to one another
instead of locks, and keys,
and rust, in-between

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