They Can'T Know Poem by Marijke McKinney

Raw dirt heels
Edge of reason
To the lining
Of Bare feet
Soiled toe nails

Hunched over leaves
Spinal chords
Half mooned knees
Scurrying, tramping
Plausible excuses

The world's sad ol' eyes
Is reflected with beauty
Under the bridges belly
Of little wood pieces
To a kiss

Running child river
They can hear
Us above
And we will be caught
In our own puddle

Time spits forward
Vodka drips
Black hood and
Loose strands around
My oval face

Our cold bodies quiver
And we never hold each other
For too long
Half of our sides
Facing innocently

Love's only an existing second
Never to lose or win
No worries, not at all
On this 90 year fall