Saturday, July 23, 2011
The Marrying Kind
But such a tough one to resist;
She lives at the end of a dark narrow hall--
Won't answer his devotion or return his call--
But there she is,
A crow perched on his heart.
Follow smoky desire
Through shadows and a door,
Once into her arms
Then never anymore...
She just isn't the marrying kind,
But such a tough thought to part;
Such a shame for an earnest boy to get hurt--
His heart in a boot, enfolded in dirt--
Never to leave her sheltering rooms,
Under her spell, and the undying blooms.
for d'verse poetics.