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(el) Love from the City

  • 3 days ago
  • 1 min read

Still hear the sound of your steps,

Feel the motion in the ground.

Moving like the City’s snakes,

A predator's prey inbound.

Keeping time, dancing through the crowd.


Distance closing & steps quicken,

The taste of honey on your lips.


When I think of love,

I see the sunshine in your eyes.

The darkness always reflected,

Kissed with the heart of moonlight.


Spring rains & honey on toast,

Rich Brown skins pressed close.

No fear when entrenched in darkness,

Light is alive like fire.

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