Love Poem: End of Love
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Written by: Shakeirra Freeman

End of Love

By impulse I'm here. 

Fantasizing of the creature in front of me brims the edge of my mind.

Slow to touch, fingers tremble like the knees of a new born deer.

The impact of your powerful scent turns my stomach into a cage of 
butterflies. 

Releasing my deeper affection onto the lips of my favorite guy. How 
intriguing to comfort the warmth resting between us. 

 Distance seems to be between the eyes yet we touch noses. We don't have 
the same vision. Yet we're still holding...   

On to what we imagined was there. Like Saying goodbye to that summer 
affair. 
Turning our backs on what we thought would last forever.