“Words are intensity
Universal
Social
Personal
After the loving
She left
Leaving the room
Disarranged
Behind her eyes
The known
The unknown
Peeling back the tights
Over her long
Raised
Suspended
Legs
Outside the darkness
Envelops
Inside it infiltrates
We know silence
We fear silence
We think in sentences
Of convenience
We feel for one
Maybe more
Not for thousands
Or Millions
Politics are people
People are politics
We show our lives
Through jealousy
And teach our
Innocent bodies
To Fear
Outside in the wheelbarrow
Are the broom
Shovel
Pick
And inside
Your red shoes
Are symmetrical
Beneath the bed.
I fold my words
Neatly
And slip them gently
Back
Into the drawer.
Enough said “
.
Malcolm Paul
Picture Nick Victor
.