The Confesssions of the Crosswalk, a Poem

On how love makes us feel, translated…

The Green Light Flashed

I Took Your Hand

Walking Past that Crosswalk

The Young Maiden Awaited for the Confessions of Love

Accept, or Deny

The Black-and-White Chunks

like this???  Photo found online…

Before the Cross Section Changed its Mind

At that Very Last Second

You’d Rather, Keep Your Eyes Shut

Allowing My Crosswalk to Become

That Pitter-Patter Rhythm of Your Heart

So, this, is what love felt like, isn’t it?  Your hearts skip a beat in time, and, there’s, that sense of your hearts, flustering, beating fast and slow…


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