Your body is becoming a wall.
We hide our silences in sentences, between our teeth and under our tongues.
What are you thinking about?
I can’t give you these open palms forever—
they are your home, your bed, a couch to sleep on in an unfriendly town.
But they ask for alms as well.
Love, words, kisses…
Please don’t leave me.
I wrote this poem years ago, in the thick of a relationship that was….well, many things. Let’s just say I got some good poems out of it.
You can watch and read more of my poems at www.jcpeters.ca
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