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There’s A Man

There’s a man at my door.
He’s not moving anymore.
He just stares,
Icy blue and brown,
Through the concrete
At me.

There’s a man at my window.
He’s not breathing anymore.
He just taps,
Clicky clack and double rap,
Through the pane
To me.

There’s a man in my room.
He’s here with me.
He just stands,
Staring and stroking my cheek,
Through my skin,
Bleeding me.


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Slow Passions

WordPress Daily Prompt – Surreal

I fell into a dark hole
That took me to another world.
Another dimension,
On the other side of the view
We always enjoyed from the balcony
In that hotel overlooking the bay.
I was floating in a rowboat
With a fisherman’s net
And a head full of sun
As I watched the couple on the balcony
Dance in slow motion,
Against the rising clouds,
Over the slow jazz from the streets.
And I wondered
What it would be like to be loved
Just like that;
A gentle touch on my back,
Or the softest kiss on my neck.
To dance in slow motion,
Against the shadows
Of endless mourning.
Or in the kitchen,
Against the rising heat,
Of the moments
We make when your hands
Stray from my back
Down my hips and
Slowly up my thighs.
But my cheeks are burning
And the sun is setting.
The children will be crying
With a hunger buried deep within.
And there are hands to be bruised;
Knuckles to bleed.
For I’m not loved
In the way that leads us
To dance through the room
With slow passions.