The Man From Dakar

we went to your car, the
temperature dropped 30
degrees from wetly humid
to briskly cold, you ran
the heater and it smelled
like old dust from 2008,
you looked me in the eyes
and actually listened while
I whined without calling me
an entitled crybaby, I grabbed
your head and kissed you
quick and hard wanting to
swallow your smile to hide
behind my heart


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9 thoughts on “The Man From Dakar

  1. Charlotte, I love this poem. I have a question and please don’t take offence, shouldn’t the “you” in the first line read “your”? Lovely heartfelt poem.



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