Unworthy – one.

Lips that touch mine
with fervor and urgency
don’t belong on my unworthy mouth

They should grace another’s,
for mine are weak and cold
and undeserving

I warrant not another’s touch.
another’s love, another’s kind words
for there is nothing here worthy of a kiss

There is only me
and my broken spirit
and I am unworthy

// 

Fluke – two.

I was all about timing –
right place
right time
right amount of alcohol in your system –
and had nothing to do with me

I was convenience
wrapped up nicely in satin
and presented to you
like an offering

I was there when you needed me
to be as present as I could

It was just a fluke
in the system –
it was fixed by the morning

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