Kim's SongA Poem by DwayneA love songKim’s Song I stand here on the fake grass Looking down at the burnt orange veil They have drawn between me and you The crones whisper their spells In a vain attempt to keep us apart They jab me with their bony spears But I am safe in my armor of ice They tempt me with plates Narcotics to break our communion I stay the course In the dark house you wait for me I hear you walking the hall In the creaking of the long floor boards As I turn my head Your shadow is always in the corner of my eye Sitting in front of the fireplace I hear you in the dripping of the sink upstairs On that often shared couch I find my only comfort Wrapped in your song © 2010 Dwayne |
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