Photography by Brooke Shaden
The streets are empty of cars & people
Yet the smell of gasoline is lethal
Bombs are coming, war is crossing a bridge
Pressing each day to tight corners. Pistol
Shots ring with red sirens in perfect pitch.
But wait, don't march outside! I am bewitched
with flames in your eyes. Set aside your knives,
your acid chemicals. I am no witch
With a secret room full of honey & chives
I have only this nightfall to survive
The sky will be black ash, a toxic glove
Let's not waste time with apologies!
Tear these pages clothing my skin ice tough
Kiss me deep & long, let's melt by moon cusp
Because something horrible is happening-
and I haven't had time enough to love.
*Title and ending lines by Cuban poet Carilda Olivar Labra
Posted for Poets United - Love is Not a greeting Card - Hosted by Susan
And D'verse Poets Pub - Rhymed Stanza Hosted by Gay (AABA BBCB CCDC DDED)