September 16, 2014 by sketchbloom
After the brief siege ended,
and the city was laid open at his feet, walls fallen apart like scruples, maybe he thought:
‘I don’t want you to be my first girl,
But my last.
I’ll walk away from your eyes,
And feed you silences.
Because the time is not ripe,
I will put up fences in the water
To separate
And dams
To hold
My expansive heart.
Inevitable as thunder
Follows lightning]
Walls that cut through
Olive groves and piazzas
And I will
Somewhere in between, endless summer, 2014
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