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John Destalo Dec 2020
in the dark room

the wordless
music repeats

a beat incessantly

it enters my body
I feel it like a heart

I move in a circle
I dance in a trance

you enter the room
we stare at our forms

as if shadows

you are one
of those girls

blessed and cursed

with

big soulful eyes
that can scream

and whisper in
the same breath

we do not speak
words have not

yet been invented
John Destalo Dec 2020
the leaves are
disappearing

intersecting
naked branches

some thick
some thin

extend in
every direction

why do we
prepare for

winter by
removing

our coverings
and exposing

our skeletons
to everyone

are we not
as vulnerable

as you
John Destalo Dec 2020
everything she
touches becomes

the standard
against which

life is compared

her thoughts
must be made

of stardust

she drips talent
and I want to

catch a few drops
to drink or

rub on my skin or
inject into my veins

however one

transfers talent
between souls
John Destalo Dec 2020
I asked the mountain to dance with me
let the wind guide our movements
perhaps the birds will sing for us
so we can feel the music
come alive inside each other
you are ancient and wise
have seen it all from
your great heights
I am a new life
small yes and have seen nothing
but I have this unbounded energy
perhaps you can teach me balance
and I can teach you imbalance
as we learn to move together
to create a better world
John Destalo Nov 2020
I close my eyes
and move inside

wake up my senses
touching every nerve

feel them connect
to each other

intimacy

the beauty of
their simple language

they can’t see the
bigger picture

how they are
connected

to everything

they wouldn’t
care anyway

it is only the
closeness they crave

intimacy
John Destalo Nov 2020
ivy
climb the wild
don’t hold on

to shadows
they will fall

if you let them go

they can’t
follow you here

reach up
punch with
your mighty fists

break the glass
the past is sand

that dissolves
in water and

can’t keep time

don’t worry
about the blood

or scars you
are stronger

than you know
trust me no

trust yourself
John Destalo Nov 2020
she sits in the back
swallowing her words

she knows the answers
to some questions

she has questions
about some answers

she has a voice
inside her

telling her to be quiet
it is not hers

it was given to her
as a birthright

and she doesn’t
know how to give

it back
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