Monday 8th October

A KISS:

The exclamation mark makes the woman sigh,
He’s bringing her down,
To the place she doesn’t want to be,
So she stops listening,
Stares through him to the horizon,
Where the man is still standing,
Not moving,
No longer a tiny sculpture,
He’s transformed himself into a tree,
Covered in lights,

She smiles

(K)

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