surplus passion

he’s halfway cross the world, and fast asleep…

he’s halfway cross the world, and fast asleep,
and she prefers to never eat alone.
she knows whose company she plans to keep
and so, she taps a few words in her phone;
the new guy says, “sure thing”, as he is prone –
the share a meal, a drink, a laugh, a bed;
for surplus passion must be will be fed

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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