left, right and betWeen

It does matter where your heart is.

~

my lover knows expertly my left half.
I moan louder left, he says.

But I suspect it has to do with the
“Welcome to Sweetzerland” sign on my left thigh,

and the stop sign on my right.

~

the day I introduced my watch to my right wrist

they fell for each other.

Time’s finally running at the right pace.

~

my ophthalmologist loves my left eye.
It sees the arrivals of locomotives
                   which…..
                      left
                       an
                     hour-
                 glass ago…….

~

my pencil excavates on my
right
cheek.
No, you are
wrong.
I don’t have dimples, naturally.

~

still, when you pout I remind you
of when I was afraid
to take off my shoes.
Your cat hates
The pink flowers
On my left sock
And you ruffled my hair for my

Red-purple right stocking.

~

touch me, here, it does matter where your heart is.

I can tell      -       the only one who treated it


                       right


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