The endless ocean laughs at me as I scream over the railings of the bridge.
In the middle of this night
Screaming about these sidewalks.
All the tragedies witnessed.
All the lovers giving up.
At dinner tonight, the men screamed next year in Provence.
At dinner tonight, I screamed next year in Jerusalem.
And thought about the last time we made love.
In The Middle of This Night
December 3, 2009 · Leave a Comment
Categories: Creative Art
Tagged: bridges, france, Jerusalem, love, poetry, wine
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