Call Back the Day
When I leave you at night
I always look back
drawing a last melancholy ballad
from your eyes.
When you are
out of view, shivers
happen.
They slide
through me
like tears.
I call back the day
when you brush by me,
tending my ass
with your palm.
(c) MLM (Lydia)
Art: Meeting on the Turret Stairs-Frederick William Burton
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