Let Me Count The Ways

I want my fingers knotted, and
Skimming ungrazed bones.
Longing is too much for me, but
I drag it unthinkingly out.

I feel my lips tighten with drought, of
Curves and planes and and corners and
Debate how best to trick you here.
There is no poetic chase; just a sturdy wait.

My hearty wishing no match for this snowy late, but
When wrists and jaws and hips are sparse,
And I feel the lack like like a ringing toll,
A sort of inner frost,

I'll twist up in literature and linen,noting what others have said
Take to a warm postion and read about poetry instead.



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Real.

I'll twist up in literature and linen
Take note what others have said
Embrace my warm postion
and read about poetry instead.

ANY GOOD?
Sorry if it's not, but I just thought it says the same as what you wanted to say but in a more flowing way!!
Anyway hope I helped

you did ^_^


though it has to be a rhyming couplet, not a last verse. but yes! thank you!


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