Written by | Poetry


I know your name but I do not recognize you

you look at me

but the light in your eyes carry a different glow

a fire for sure, but one I fear may consume me

you reach for me 

and the electricity that would jolt through me has a potency to it now

it has left a trace of colors on my skin;

no, not the happy kind

you speak to me

and the music of your voice distracts me from the blow of your words

As soon as they hit me, I crumble

You are the bull-dozer  I see and hear coming, 

but like a building, I am rooted to the ground, unable to move.

Last modified: April 12, 2021

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