Jump Start 

You jump-started my heart.
It beats a forgotten rhythm.
Resurrected are old passions,
hid behind that fake indifference
I wore like a favorite dress.
Tossed are blindfolds I hastily tied
whenever couples kissed.

Aging now, my past 
slid over the mountaintop, 
a new sun has risen.
I imagine you inside me,
bodies creating our own
1001 nights as we shed 
any veils left between us.



Pris Campbell
©2010

Published in Blogging Down Tobacco Road
April 2010

Photo: Pris Writing, as featured in Blogging Down Tobacco Road




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