A poem named desire

JB

I find love in the theatre.

The aroma of wood chips from the workshop,

and the body spray attached to the chair.

The empty noise that comes from sitting onstage,

and dangling your feet off the apron.

The moment before you perform when the lights come up

everything is silent, as you take one more deep breath.

But mostly,

I love it because it's where my blood isn't,

but my family is.

  • Author: JB (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 15th, 2018 12:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: If you get the pun in the title, we can be friends.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 13
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