Poem: Illegitimate

I like the illegitimacy
Of my thoughts for you
Like taking a jeep
On a secluded beach
When no one is watching.
It’s nice to think of you this way,
With no commitment, promises or explanations,
No Arguments, no confrontations.
I wonder if you’d smile with relief
Or cringe in grief
That your thoughts
They don’t hurt me anymore.
They come
They please me
And go away,
For I am already at peace
With the ending of this story
Our legit reality.

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