Melissa Ross Poet Free verse

Only the Street

The sugar-tipped touch of desire
Meets every abhorring soul at one point in time
Mine hits,
It knocks me to the curb and leaves me bloodied
With signs of fresh exposed flesh
In agony and devout angst 
I rise
All I can see is hazel-
Your eyes,
The subtle fluff of your hair
Your preciously treasured grin
Remains with me
As we continue on our merry way
Only the street can feel my heartbeat beneath my feet.

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Sara Lokken December 7, 2008 at 6:27 PM A beautiful poem....however, I believe instead of running from what's inside the heart one should embrace it, or else one is never going to be alive. Or one will never know what has been lost, or what could have been. Exposure, believe it or not, is the greatest freedom in the world, to know and be known. Anything else bound to fear is slavery. A very poignant piece. Extremely well-written....Best wishes, Sara