Broken Space

I don’t know Hobbes, Locke or Rousseau no more

Or how empty a blank space would be

With permanent blemishes in

Your availability,

So we greet with less dreams,

More peace and beauty

As to relish

My thoughts near

Olive

Skin.

But

Broken

Spaces cool,

I look through cracks

And the walls still stand

During breezy summers,

Thousand times the wind let loose

My braided virtues, only to

Restore the rose blush of my cheeks

And impress the valour once known as you.

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