The Open Window Lets The Rain In

In the dark
my ribs have
been used as
ladder rungs to
my heart.

I want to wave
love letters like
white flags,
but my arms
are broken.

I guess
lesser men have
slipped more
than once or
twice.

But you wait
outside my window,
tell me to let
the rain in,
that the lavender’s
gone and you
kiss me anyway.

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3 comments
  1. A very good read. Thanks for sharing. Keep it up and good luck.

  2. “I want to wave
    love letters like
    white flags,
    but my arms
    are broken.”
    I understand and I like the poem. Create good thoughts and vision. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

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