Lost
He moves me
like the strings
on a naughty guitar,
feeding on the rhythm
he extracts
from my body.
Blending notes,
making harmony
we try to move
with the timing
of forgotten love.
It is hard trying
to be angry
with his hands
tormenting my skin.
I surrender
to his touch.
It is too late
to pretend
I am anything but lost.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABCDEAFAGHIHAJKLMNOP |
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Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
Characters | 300 |
Words | 62 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 20 |
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