BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.24, NAPOWRIMO

 

I constructed

in concrete 

so many conditions 

to keep me away,

like walls

to fold me in 

and hold you out,

but with every kiss

the bricks dissolved

like snow melting

in the heat of the sun

that rose again

when I thought

our foundation

had melted.

All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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