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Running toward a brick wall April 20, 2017

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
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We are running toward a brick wall;

full tilt without a second thought.

Your loyalty is far beyond the call,

and your integrity can’t be bought.

Let’s spend our time focused on you.

Your flaws aren’t as obvious as mine,

and, typically, I don’t know what to do

except I know I will follow you blind.

Ours is a love forged from three decades,

and running through walls isn’t a mistake.

No doubt you are well above my pay grade,

but we always give more than life can take.

This real world becomes stale without imagination

and we straddle the line like ice dancers.

We look beyond sarcasm and condemnation

understanding we are bald chancers.

We burned stacks of self-help books laughing,

and we sat on the front stoop and smoked

because we didn’t want to endure the crying

or displace the vicious angst of being provoked.

You taught me the value of body language;

eyes that burn; nose that flairs; gaping lips.

I gave you the gift of a languid visage,

arms swirling high overhead and pulsating hips.

And our lives are lived unashamedly al fresco;

seated in front of the glass and never behind it.

We believe it makes it easier to come and go;

unfettered we capture peace others never get.

We are running toward a brick wall;

full tilt without a second thought.

The police too late to catch this call,

and we revel in the joy of being sought.

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1. awriterssoulblog - April 20, 2017

I absolutely loved the imagery in this piece


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