Escape
In narrow escape routes
Inside games of shame
You hid
Breathing unabashed
And that’s where I found you
Defiant refugees together,
We loved.
In narrow escape routes
Inside games of shame
You hid
Breathing unabashed
And that’s where I found you
Defiant refugees together,
We loved.
*Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
A book I’m reading features a couple. The man supports the woman’s independence, teaching her vital skills that help her break gender shackles. He also cheats, a trauma that dogs the woman for years even as she finds success. Much later, they work together in a war against a brutal…
Meet me on the other side of the moonAnd walk in shadows with meIt won’t be all darkYou put a gleam in my eyesThat will lead the way for a stroll into madness I’ll take you right up to the edge, walking blindBut just on the brink,I promise to tell…
Love as the grand jackpot waiting for you if you played your cards right. That was a big hoax.
I was moving. Life is what’s falling short of perfection. The rest is just aspiration. Every second I was one kind word away from tears.
You take a look around and mentally divide everything you see in half. You color code, (all in your head of course) what’s indisputably yours and what’s their’s. And finally, you get to what’s yours collectively and groan mentally at the difficult conversation you’re going to endure. They’re very likely…
It must have been 1988…the first time I read the story of a man who loved children and flowers, who conducted surreptitious marriage ceremonies for couples in love, against the orders of the then king who decreed that his soldiers must stay single so as to not have any attachments…