xii. THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENS. IT ALWAYS HAPPENS THIS WAYA Poem by Gamine KnightFrom The 'Leonard Beside The Pink Castle' Collection.[WE MAKE IT BACK INTO THE VEHICLE OKAY . AND WE ARE OKAY . EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY . THE JOURNEY CONTINUES . IT HAS NEVER STOPPED . THE FORESTS BLUR INTO A VIVID SHAPE OF THE MONSTERS UNDER YOUR BED . WE SEE THE SUN GATHERING IT’S TOYS , THE BIRDS , AND THEY ARE FLYING AWAY FURTHER AND FURTHER . IT IS A SILENT RIDE , AS ALWAYS . I AM ALWAYS TIRED OF DYING BEFORE YOU . THE LINES ON THE ROAD , IF IT WAS CONSIDERED A ROAD , BLEND AND IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I AM DOING SOMETHING BY MYSELF . IT HOLDS MY HAND . IT HOLDS YOU SO GENTLE . SOON NIGHT COMES ALREADY . TO-NIGHT YOU ARE NOT LOOKING AT THE STARS . TO-NIGHT. WE SLEEP IN THE CUP HOLDERS AND I FEEL YOUR SOFTNESS . I FEEL YOUR SOUL . I FEEL LIKE DEVOURING YOU WHOLE . THE DRAGONS HAVE THEIR GOLD . I HAVE THEIR ENVY . ] [YOU]: You talk too much. [ME]: I think you listen for far much more. [YOU]: I think we both do too much of each. I love you. [ME]: I love you Too. [THE NEXT MORNING KEEPS ON COMING] © 2023 Gamine Knight |
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Added on December 20, 2023 Last Updated on December 20, 2023 Tags: prose poem, poetry, words AuthorGamine KnightMontréal, CanadaAboutAre you there, sweetheart? Do you know me? Is this microphone live? more..Writing
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