You say I’m always in my head,
my feelings undeveloped.
You say I don’t know passion
as you pull me through the park.
You throw me rough against a tree.
This is life, you say.
I turn my head, you miss my lips.
You huff and walk away.
I take a breath, I smell
the jasmine wet with raindrops,
see the leaves, black silhouettes
against the lamps that light the path.
The night expands and sighs
now that you’re out of sight.
published in Sonnets to Sing
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