Take what you can get

Peach juice drips off lips like lovesick poems

Lips that do not know how to kiss

And a kiss planted in the wrong soil

Flowers weeds

Filling up minds and infecting words

Sweet words resonate like church bells on a Friday night

Something is not right

Misplaced fingertips and arms that do not wrap all the way around

Wandering eyes, searching for love, settle on the first thing they see

Is this love or desperation?

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