To bear Misery

fleeting kisses
and the
announces itself.
when the touch
turns rough and brash
the tongue
turns spiky and impatient
the eyes
no longer linger,
it is time
to resolve
to ask

or destroy
the bond
the mind
the body

work the chisel.
until pieces and dust
crumble to the ground.

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