WHEN LOVE COMES HOME

WHEN LOVE COMES HOME

A Poem by DrD

I 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.

 

© 2014 DrD


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You write a broken firecracker......

Posted 10 Years Ago


DrD

10 Years Ago

Thanks again, J.P.
The imagery in this read is breathtakingly gorgeous and potent Dave, and the sentiment beautiful as well...as always my heart aches when I read these touching reminisces.

Posted 10 Years Ago


DrD

10 Years Ago

I am grateful that you took the time to come here, Frieda. I always leave the light on for you.
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

You nearly killed me with those wildflowers, I'll always find my way back to your page....
I keep wanting to read more...and each one is lovlier than the last...

"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."

...so, so beautiful, Dave.


My best,
Kelly


Posted 10 Years Ago


DrD

10 Years Ago

I so enjoy your visits, Kelly. You are always so kind with your reviews.
Kelly Scheppers

10 Years Ago

You remind me a lot of Rod Mckuen. You simply fascinate me...what can I say?
picture postcard gorgeous with every line a "wish you were here" beauty.

Posted 10 Years Ago


DrD

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much. I deeply appreciate your visit.
Corset

10 Years Ago

my pleasure always.

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DrD

A suburb of heaven, Mexico



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