You'd Have to PromiseA Poem by Katie AlexanderShaking hands and shadowed pavement.
If you were mine,
you'd have to promise to read my poetry. You'd have to promise to take in my dreams and my pain, laid out before you while my hands shake, and your eyes, the green and brown hazel, the tidal wave of bursting summer that is your eyes, measure the meaning of my words. And if you were mine, you'd have to promise not to talk about it. Because the gentle dance of crisp, red and yellow tears drifting on the shadowed pavement while we sit, I, waiting for the moon and you, gentle fingertips grazing my letters, is our moment. You'd have to promise. © 2015 Katie AlexanderAuthor's Note
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