terça-feira, 27 de março de 2018

Gospel

The best poems of love
are written with sweat
onto creased bedsheets.
The best poets are the ones
who whisper truths and punches
that shall never be known.

More can be seen by blind eyes
with hungry, attentive hands
than by glances that never cross.
More can be said with smiles
amidst the greatest quiet
than in the most passionate letters.

This much you and I already know.
Yet there's even more for a fool to learn.

12/03/2018

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