Thursday, March 4, 2010

Stephanie Valente - One Poem

The Road Was Empty

laden limbs
and pocketfuls of gems,
diamonds, and kisses of jade
inside weary linens

a parting laugh
pulled apart by the wings
of closed lips
batting eyelashes
a sigh
a reaching wrist

the unison
of silent agreement
and each set
of tired muscles
will not ache

until the road
is closed

Stephanie Valente lives and writes in New York. One day, she would like to be a silent film star.

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