Jan 15, 2017
sit on a tree, free
Tagging the streets with trembling hands, afraid he’ll break the lace.
Digging in the wind with trembling hands, knowing he’ll capture my pace.
Flirting with bridges with trembling hands, laughing
he’ll remember this face.
My hands stopped trembling
it’s a chase
I whispered
the agony of the race.
© Margaux Emmanuel
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