Limbo

Staring at his stale black n mild

realizing I’m no longer a child,

Woman.

___Young, but still woman.

Chasing this man who,

___for some reason,

___I’m afraid to dance with.

Open          and wondering how,

___with such ease,

___my guard came down.

I always hate when he leaves.

Reciprocity remains in question

beside a deeper knowing

___Together, one pod, 2 peas.

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