At Arm’s Length

I’ve told you

to stop, before I lose control

That is why, I need to keep you

at arm’s length,

 

I’ve measured the distance

calculated the cost

added the proper amount of desire, and

longing, and subtracted the need

to be with you

 

Sorry, but the numbers just

don’t add up, I’ve failed to keep

us apart, due to

my bad way with numbers….

 

Just one of my failings,

I guess…

 

 

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Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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