Love poetry

Cycle Ride

Let us cycle away, to a placebeyond words and dates and labelsLet us cycle off on a path of stolen glances that connect. Let us cycle back to a place we did that,a time when it was possiblea you before I knew your real faceand you knew my name. *Read…

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The Phone Call

My truth comes calling, on an international phone callSounding exactly like every other person who thinksThey have something important to say to meExcept this one always doesFor sure, her words are truth, her truths truer. She thinks I need to be better, work harder, be smarter at my jobI know,…