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Swallowing Fractions to Fill the Hole

      
The guy with the guitar reminds me of you      
not his face      
the sound of his voice      
he can't have your touch      
but I like the way his fingers move      
when he plays      
     
It's how he sings his stories      
candid straight shots of tequila      
with the shielded openness      
you wield so well      
     
Felt a twinge of guilt when I give him my number      
acutely aware of the false familiarity      
in shared glances while he sang      
the flirtatious ease chatting between sets      
     
Don't plan to fuck him      
my want isn't for that      
though willing to change my mind      
     
I crave his telling of tales      
the little details that don't fit      
in four and a half minutes      
key of E minor      
     
Just want to drink in the dark      
while he explains how he retrained      
his broken hand      
to dance along the fret board      
it looks a lot like yours      
     
Maybe I'll blow him      
moon rising over the beach      
wash the taste of you      
from my mouth      
his not-quite-your-grip      
in my hair      
     
It'll do for now      
     
     
 
Written by paperstains
Published | Edited 9th Jun 2022
Author's Note
Sort of fits the category, and there's no # I liked for this, so make of them what you will. :-)
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