This is the second in the set of poems I was writing based on the picture of the homeless couple I saw (image is attached to first poem). This post is written from the perspective of the male and is in a much different style. I have written it rather cryptically but that’s because I have an intense idea of the imagery in my mind based on my own personal experiences of the homeless and as one of the homeless.

Enjoy.

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Homeless in Love (Male)

Beep beep, eyes up,
Senses on.
Danger?
None…

Is she breathing? Slowly. Freezing.
Hold her, tighter.
Heartbeat, faster.
Another night, no disaster.

Looking outwards, eyes keep ground-wards.
Fast bound feet, hold my hand out.
Laughter at us, so I think.
Though if not, feels like it.

Eat when able, un-cleared tables,
Do not sit, aim for staples.
Wandering watchers, fall exhausted,
Feeling drained, slumping paupers.

Hold her close, make her smile.
Kiss her softly, stare a while.
Stroke her hair and kiss her brow.
Sleepy smiles, dreaming now…

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Thank-you for reading.

CW

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where there’s hope, there’s an author trying to prove it.