My body gives control to feelings,
So all that is arrests
, in steaming swamping roman summer streets,
I find a point upon the masonry road
,and stare
, your hand
, stickily branches up
, from the ground
, into my chest
, and gently grips
, in your palm the part of me that hurts
Fixed on focal point,
A tear is felt,
As breathing slows,
More fall evaporating on the burning road.
The heart soon needs rest and
body is rigidly relax unto the knees,
a smile to know i’m still yours.
