Poetry For Everyday People

The Price

Too many faces,
no safe places,
I dance better
without music,
without movement,

without you watching,
I'm better here
romance painted
from a far, silk
pain hanging without
a wrinkle,

loose lips falling,
don't want to
catch all I see,
where does love fit,
in a lonely writer's dream?

here again my sweet,
consumed to walk your lines,
laughing in blood.