Fraudulent Feelings

Under a moonlit night,
Fraudulent feelings are magnetized.
Lips puckered to kiss,
Can not be disguised.
And words can be defined,
But not time found...
To play around with,
And waste.
To complain of fireflies.
When eyes should be closed,
And receptive within arms holding.
In an atmosphere one claims to embrace.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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