Manila Walk

Walking the
Fault of your

Tempting the
Turbulence of
Your spine as I
Tiptoe the taut
Tightrope that is you

Your wide canal
Spaces, a suppression
Of smiles

Your steady
Simmering stoicism
A procession of
Porcelain disarray

Maintaining the flow
Of marrow that
Navigates the stars

Walking in

Bumping into
Ghosts, bumping
Into bumper to
Bumper iterations
Of the self

Touching nothing
But warm air
Held hostage

And released

In the slow

Brushing against

(C) 2017 Tony Robles


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