Comments about Chris Wilkes
You Think You Know What Love Is
We sit in your car, when it's raining
Waiting the moment. For love.
Even as a feral child, you knew what
Love was, though not how to get it.
Forget me. I'm not in this moment
Holding your hands to warm them
Watching the rain, reflecting your face,
into the glass, rivulet vision.
You are looking at someone,
Somewhen else, somewhere close.
You look over your glasses, quickly.
As if to check you're not deceived.
Someone like you………then
Head bent, but with the same smile,
that does not hide the stubbornness,
of refusing to give in to
the day, ...