Julian Joseph Poet Free verse

Scummy Puddles

Beaten
Smashed
Kicked
And splashed
Out into the street
Like dirty bathwater

Nothing more than a filthy puddle
Rising over the curb
Flooding the sidewalk cracks
Eager for evaporation

Every hair
Is On end

Every pore
At attention

Yearning skin
Is stretching for a touch
That never existed
Pulled 
Like the blankets
Of children
Over worried heads
Attempting 
Their Satisfying seclusion

For when there is no direction
Passion is formless
And love loses shape

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Marilyn Hernandez August 22, 2011 at 3:49 PM If you're speaking from experience (and if I'm gathering the correct meaning from your words), then we are two peas in a pod. The silent message my heart often speaks has been put into words with your poem. Thank you. Excellent write. I will add this to my favorites.