unbridledA Poem by paperrush
three years past we
broke the rain's skin clouds turned and hurled "don't come in here" and you know that he is never anything less than the kindest man once we're out the door. squeeze my fingers inside his fist marked forever white gold and mauve angry circles heated sharp love like knocking shins on table corners in the dark. © 2014 paperrush |
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Added on January 9, 2014 Last Updated on January 9, 2014 AuthorpaperrushAboutlover of lowercase letters and run-on sentences, disjointed freeverse, tiny poems jammed up with heart. sometimes true. not always. searching for sanctuary from lost almost thoughts. more..Writing
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