Only the Street
The sugar-tipped touch of desire
Meets every abhorring soul at one point in time
Mine hits,
It knocks me to the curb and leaves me bloodied
With signs of fresh exposed flesh
In agony and devout angst
I rise
All I can see is hazel-
Your eyes,
The subtle fluff of your hair
Your preciously treasured grin
Remains with me
As we continue on our merry way
Only the street can feel my heartbeat beneath my feet.
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