In The Night.

His touch

Lit up

Her face

In the night,

Like a bright red

Neon light.

 

-Dante

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.

 

-Dante

Scars.

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

Beats.

Working in tandem

With the rain,

A natural metronome

For my poetry’s

Rhythm and beat.

 

-Dante