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January 7, 2022

Hot and Bothered at 4 a.m. (Poem)

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I’m in a terrible fix.

You see, I wish I could speak but not use words,

just simply open my heart and let the contents cascade out and the feelings fall like phrases because I can’t wrap the emotion in syntax and simply say what is so complex.

Somehow it gets complicated, dealing with connotations,

and so I stop myself and the thoughts of words and just breathe

and close my eyes and listen…

Wanting to awaken some poetic spirit residing deep inside my soul,

the one that can tell you in some tantalizing tongue how deeply you move me and

how much I feel…

Instead, I drift off to sleep, only to dream about missing you and awaken

hot and bothered at 4 a.m.

Wanting you.

Because like I said,

I’m in a terrible fix, and only you can set me free.

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