In between the cracked concrete
and the burnt out lights,
our feet meet.
Whispered secrets, poetry,
notebooks passed
between you and me.
Nights spent sitting curbside,
drawn together magnetically,
fire sparking, chemistry.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In between the cracked concrete
and the burnt out lights,
our feet meet.
Whispered secrets, poetry,
notebooks passed
between you and me.
Nights spent sitting curbside,
drawn together magnetically,
fire sparking, chemistry.
Is this young love or perhaps the magic shared between best friends? It could work either way – or perhaps it’s something completely different. Again, your delivery is sharp with vivid imagery. I liked how the first images were specific and then led to a final set of images that allow new interpretations to emerge. The “nights” made for a dark background in which I imagined holiday sparklers, flashlights for exploring, or fireflies whirling around the characters (which changed with different readings). I really enjoyed this!