curbside love. [raw]

Camouflaged in a kiss

I’m a rider

of the galloping



hurled out

from her tongue,


they’re on the run



sent out for me

out on the curb.


I saw lightening,

I saw the lashes strip



… Yet, oh, too late!

They stung,


and pulled




into the storm…


Camouflaged in the kiss,

you’re my reaper!


Your lips

sinking throat deep

their high flying heralds.


Oh, how they unfurl!


Camouflaged in this kiss

in dirty blue jeans,

she s p e l l s

the world shut…


Curbside love.













Photo: Txema YESTE


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