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Trains and ferries

travelling loose

playing with a hopeful fire

and dropping the noose

we gilded the age

two tipsy shameless dancers

we fairly kissed the shine onto the goose’s egg

with our talk of do or die

long into the dying of the midnight flame

our feelings shed like skin

or a prostitute’s clothes

and the shoe did fit snug

we passed it back and forth

when we promenaded down that long autum

and into winter’s corridor

a goodbye kiss

from a ghost of who we used to be





Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

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