Tuesday, 2 May 2017

An ode to Love

Tar stretches like a bed.
In the vacant lot, letters burn:

The breath of barking dogs
by the sharp headed rocks.
A brittle rope dangling.
You slip, I laugh.

Teeth of neon green, eyes lovingly.
Arms around my neck, teaching me to dance.
After twelve the lights go out.
He leaves an open door
and quiet by the side of the road.

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