WHEN LOVE COMES HOMEA Poem by DrDI walk a lot these days Sometimes I reach to put my arm Around the empty place beside me I walk through the bright steel night Where stars peek with acetylene beaks Glistening through the black canopy Like flaming wicks. I walk until the horizon pales And paints the hills with pastel glory. The hills then come into full view Fitting into one another like lovers And I am in awe and whisper your name Convinced that somehow, somewhere You hear me.
Later, weary and aimless, I return to the city With its Alps of tenements And the church tower mouldy with moonlight Spooky Sam selling crack on the corner Fiercely watching his thick-legged w***e The fluorescent bus stop where a young girl was crying And I try to remember The doors we entered and beds we loved on The gasps of completion, sweat on sweat And profaning the word “forever.” I carry wildflowers picked in the foothills I remember you loved wildflowers. I will give them to you one day When our love comes home.
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Added on April 12, 2014Last Updated on April 12, 2014 AuthorDrDA suburb of heaven, MexicoAboutI'm just a guy living in Mexico. I am the author of SMITH COUNTY JUSTICE (horribly over priced) and some other books you can find in my photos. or at my website: http://auth18.wix.com/david-e.. more..Writing
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