In The Night.

His touch

Lit up

Her face

In the night,

Like a bright red

Neon light.



The Truth.

If the truth

Is to come out,

There is no room

For a filter,

You don’t choose

Whats heard and whats not

You just say.




Don’t you see,

That you need

Not hide

your body’s scars

Any longer?


All I wish

To see

And touch,

Is your heart.


– Original-Dante ©2015


Working in tandem

With the rain,

A natural metronome

For my poetry’s

Rhythm and beat.



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