Twenty Signs
QuailBellMagazine.com
You swing those hips of yours
Your eyes they hardly break a glimpse
As you kiss with all you’ve got.
You turn around to go one away
Your hands they’re still on mine
Your eyes look away with that glazed holdout
Your hands are still on mine.
You tell me never to go away
You tell me never to stop
There never was a shard before
But now there’s this, in a single drop.
You lie down, resting your head on me.
You look,
and then break down.
You hold me with all you've got
And then you send me on my way saying…
“Twenty signs
It’s time to move on….”
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