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Like Clockwork
Like Clockwork
Timed
Like a fuse
Of various
Lengths,
Less
An explosion
More something
That stinks,
A sweetness
That leaves
An impression
In flight,
Less
In the daylight
And more
In the night,
What was
Such a sweet kiss
There smack
On the lips,
Turns
On a dime
Like a parachute
Rips,
Smiling,
Beguiling
A sudden
Becomes
An awkward
Transfusion,
No fingers,
All thumbs.
Where
Tenderness
Reigned
So deeply regaled
Transforms
Into darkness,
All Ahab
And whaled.
Timed
Like a fuse
Of various
Lengths,
Less
An explosion
More something
That stinks,
A sweetness
That leaves
An impression
In flight,
Less
In the daylight
And more
In the night,
What was
Such a sweet kiss
There smack
On the lips,
Turns
On a dime
Like a parachute
Rips,
Smiling,
Beguiling
A sudden
Becomes
An awkward
Transfusion,
No fingers,
All thumbs.
Where
Tenderness
Reigned
So deeply regaled
Transforms
Into darkness,
All Ahab
And whaled.
Published 19th Oct 2021
Author's Note
Avoidants often reject as a retaliation for projected fears of loss and shame due to past traumas, and thus provide a rollercoaster relationship of extreme highs and dark lows. Incredible both ways.
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