ending

ENDING

the love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
the kisses that were hot as curry
are bird pecks taken in a hurry..
the hands that held electric changes
now lie inert as four moored barges...
the feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut..
the parts that then transmitted joy
are now reserved and cold and coy...
romance, expected once to stay,,
has left a note saying GONE AWAY.

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