Her
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Anarchy jacket,
Fierce rooster hair
sharp features and sharper gestures
cutting the air and stopping to stare
I met you
and I think fell in a kind of love.
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I learned about running around corners
fast so we couldn’t be caught,
airplanes taking off of streets at midnight
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what is a kiss in the anodyne.
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You have the handsÂ
I think are the way hands should look.
You have eyes the color of kindness
and sorrow.
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Years passed without a word
but a diary of thoughts, and then
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our children started growing up together
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and I understood finally
that sometimes where the bone breaks
it knits again stronger.
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©JyllianMartini
This is really beautiful! So evocative, especially in a couple of places.
You are clearly getting into your poetry groove again!
Thank you! It’s both easier and harder than I thought it would be. I thought I couldn’t at all, but I had to make myself. And once I do that something starts to happen. It feels really really good and more than a bit terrifying.