Poetry Challenge #27: Forced Entry

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Your
forced
entry
leaks
into
my heart.

I’m more
accustomed
to
tracing
desire
on
paper.

I fell
in
love
with
your story.

Not
your
body.

Is
there
a
place
to
place
my
body
beside
you?

I’m
Undecided.

Your
tale
is
my
souvenir.

Can we
leave it
at
that?

Not try
to extend
the franchise
on our
love.

Be more or less to each other.