slip out the door,
two by two...
running off like fugitives
under cover
out of sight.
no guesses made.
no excuses.
no fights.
just closed young things,
blooming in the night.
on fire.
deaf to the ticking clocks
and healed of the bruises on their hearts.
no prying eyes,
no eager ears.
he let the words spill out down her cheeks
sending away all that was scared in her tender veins
her eyes like mirrors without distortion
he likes the way she sees him
he follows her regard
trees twirling past
and everything is alright
he begs her lips to kiss
he begs her heart to speak
'say that i'm your baby'
'say it's not nothing'
'say that i'm the right one'
'and when you've said it all, my lover'
'say it all again'
and all the world fades slow from view
dropping down like a sunset
but only for just a moment
last call for the trains to depart
last call for boarding
hands unclasped
minds unravelled
the reappearance of hearts so bruised
quietly resume routine
time ticks in their ears
pushing distance
pushing space
pushing and pulling them back to their place
back to their cues
one step
one step more
alone again
slip in the door.
4 comments:
Honestly, that was beautiful. I had to read it again to fully appreciate it, if that makes any sense!
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Beautiful! My gosh you are talented I am soooo jealous! Keep up the good writing!!
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Nice blog! Keep writing...
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Best to you!
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I want to hear this spill from your lips.
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