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The knife and the wife

by Francis L about a month ago in love poems

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The knife and the wife
Photo by Victoria Roman on Unsplash

Love is all. Love is sound.

Love is tall. Love is around.

I found myself in the arms of a girl

after a long time looking for the right pearl.

That was during a bright night -

I don't remember how I really felt -

she told me I was soft as felt

and that I was standing as a knight.

I knew at first glance she was the one

when I saw her,

I don't know what I have done

while I got fever.

All I remind from this instant

is my shyness before this accessible happiness ;

I then stood in front of a table as a plant

holding awkwardly something in the darkness.

In fact, it was a knife in my hand,

yet I was hesitating to cut off the past to move on

through a new path to any other land,

for getting youth from former "yon".

But I didn't have to hesitate for long.

Because an aid laid on it

leading my ending palm where it would newly belong ;

So I got hit,

I get eaten

by some kind of heaven.

When I turned around and looked back

I finally would have found the partner I had ever felt the lack ...

By Nicola Fioravanti on Unsplash

love poems

Francis L

I present on my Vocal space meaningful half-short poetry, for now.

This may change in the future.

You can also find me at this Medium adress (there they are all different writtings from here) : medium.com/@francis-l

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