Thunder seizes
fist to throat.
Falling leaves,
tapping fingers
street noises, rain--
all remind me of tears,
our pain--and that
only you get me.
Only you can get me
so crazy with anger
so hungry for peace.
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go-dhuli
our words tear paths as if we are oracles our touch musters courage as though there's no law for it mosquitoes now follow us home kno...
1 comment:
love this one. esp. the last three lines.
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