We had dreams
tucked neatly in
our back-pockets,
and we set off
toward the neon lights
and sky beasts.
The stars were our shields
and our whispers cut like
a steel sort of sword.
There is passion on the
tips of our tongues
and loud heartbeats
deep in our throats.
I see a tree
that splits its trunk,
and it spills out
coarse gravel and macadam.
Each gnarled, knotty branch
curves and beckons me
to take a different path.
The roots expand
and push through placid
pavements.
Our walk continues,
with footsteps crunching
the leaves of a home
I’ve been wanting to forget.
But the cobblestones
become cab lights,
and the swing sets become
shiny street signs,
and I understand
the romance of
creative minds
will require only train fares
and intertwined
arms.
Again, a great piece and so well written!
Thank you Rebecca 🙂