tagNon-Erotic Poetry…And All The World Was Still

…And All The World Was Still


As I watched the moon sink
in her eyes, her words
danced like capoeira,
moving like the invisible brush
of the young graffiti artist
who was practicing his art
on the steamed up windows.
As we moved on, I felt
all the world standing still
just to hear me becoming numb.

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