it’s the way he holds her

the clock ticks slowly
& i’m listening
to the concert on the street,

a violin,
gut wrenching melody,

from the gallery window,
painted clowns, keep smiling,
sMiLinG– at me,

& i buy a card,
Klimt’s “Kiss” //on the blank,
white inside write
one single line beCause

i’m not afraid
of empty spaces–
suddenly, then

seal the envelope & put
the stamp a little awry,

take the way back barefoot
through the park, soil,
grass– sun’s lips

tight on mine, we don’t
let go, toDay,
not for a minute–

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tonight it’s my turn with hosting OpenLinkNight at dVerse.. no theme, just pure poetry.. bring your verse and join us when we open the doors at 3pm EST