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Imagine then
his great surprise:
when all but there--
a credit check applies
before she'll allow him to start,
this illicit affair with her fragile heart.
"Be mine forever, I thee implore,"
he pleads, yet she stays close by the door.
Hot blood courses through every vein,
his lust is driving him quite insane.
She holds a finger
to her lips
fastening up
her undone zips,
breaking the silence
of the brief hiatus
"Our love," she purrs,
"is subject to status."
Listen to this poem (read by the author)
This poem appears in TINY FOLDED POEMS Summer ’25
Each booklet in this series contains poems written during
that quarter of the year, hand-folded into something
you can carry around, give to someone, or keep close.
