what it is, it is


sidewalks tell other stories

Love, you’re an alibi.

Where the street signs black out their names
And the buildings give up their shapes,
I have not been there. Not once.
I was here, with you, wrapped up in your limbs

And swallowing smile after smile.
I tore off your petals and traced a route
On the map of your back.
Sidewalks tell other stories.

Love, you must be silent.




Poetry by halfjack
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Written on 2011-11-06 at 03:45

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Roberto Quintero
I always say: " Sometimes we need to love through air" and no one cant avoid this... Great and so deep.... :)
2011-11-06