Gentleman
Click
the smile
comes back
into play
and all
the world
drops down
to their knees
high expectations
for a man
so low
Hold me
Run
stand
in a room
so cold
that nothing moves
accept the jagged piece
of glass
on the corner
of the stool
your fingers
tasting it
little by little
until ice collects
soaking through
your skin
I traveled there once
when I was young
and full of hope
I pressed my face
against the fire
and held tight
towards his burn
Skull
Kitchen
kettle
whistle
pot
water
hot
drizzle them
with olive oil
and prick their skin
let another one in
Escape
No matter what
leave without me
crawl
if you have to
remembering
only what you need
The school dance
Sweet kisses rise down
I lean back into his arms
blessing made formal
Quiet
When I love you
it is out of hope
remembering the quiet calm
before the storm
the laughter
before the waves
of anger
and all
that is good
collects into a small short ball
and goes to sleep
Answer
Would you ever
have a hard time
telling me
that you loved me?
whispering
the words
in your ear
I hold your hand
tenderly
and pause
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