The Locksmith By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Her kiss is a killer
A collection of transitory temptations
A domino
Falling ominously upon wet sand
And...
She forces my hand as a stranded man is led to rescue
You may understand my words
But surely you miss my point
Her touch is an anointed key
And my lock is blocked by bubblegum
Some of my friend say I can mend my bent pins
But my locks are sin shocked from pickers
I'm a wicker basket of stale bread
The dreaded empty casket
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