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Monday Blues in the Subway
I sense pieces of you in others' eyes
wide, soft and unforgiving
my pulse yearns for your voice
caressing my ears down to my heels
warmth seeping in.
I wear the seasons' gifts on my face,
fine lines cross mounds and valleys
slowly mapped on my chest,
waist, and thighs
down to my uneven feet.
I cracked my ribs for you
You've snatched my heart,
I still feel my pulse race between your knuckles
crimson stains dance to the beat
sinking between the ridges on your skin.
I still taste familiar scents in your words
as spines and souls whirl into a cocktail of
...moments lost
bouts of melancholic spurts
and fits of ecstasy...
Published 19th May 2015
| Edited 23rd Jul 2015
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Anonymous
14th Aug 2015 5:14pm
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3rd Oct 2017 4:10am
Beautifully written....I love most of it, especially the description about yourself and love from the first stanza to the third....thank you for sharing....
RoseJasmine
RoseJasmine
