It's not love
It's not crab cakes
It's not shelter from the rainIt's not passion
It's not tantric
It's not sugar from the caneKeep your camera in your jacket
The moment has come and gone
But we were perfectly impacted
Only because it didn't last longYou let yourself be human
The whole montage of flesh and blood
You went digging through my ruin
Freeing me from the melancholy mudIt's not curves
It's not wall art
It's not Shakespeare in the parkIt's not slow jams
It's not fast foods
It's not the last 2 seats on the ArkKeep the status at a standstill
Ignore the rare majestic sky color
The moment was an envelope seal
The suspense was sweet but it's overI let myself be remarkable
A trick I learned but can not teach
That type of power is not rechargeable
But for a moment it was within reachIt's not ice cream
It's not music
It's not a puppy you hate to leaveIt's not a touchdown
It's not a best friend
It's not opening just 1 on Christmas EveIt's not the beginning of forever
It's not anything to read into
It was quick and it was quality
Just a moment, now it's through
YOU ARE READING
SIDE PIECE
RandomAn offering of small tales laced with intrigue and delights. Sometimes I need an escape from topical poetry in the pursuit of more fantastical renderings. No rules, no boundaries, no truth in the lies. Yet, when you live in the lie everything inside...