Thursday, January 5, 2017

On call

Not everyone is able to cry on call
some take longer,
like the stretch between two horizontal wishes
successively over the stretch

of hail and sun intertwined
like lovers, a nature divine,
this obstinate need to force
things that cannot pertain us

that let fall, those tears of yours
naturally driven from the ocean blue
salty, safely dry
dissolving into the whispers of others

not everyone is able to cry on call
or veer toward the sun, sea, stars
something that started this desire
to cry or leave everything else on the sidelines.

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