he comes to me in deep evening shadow
i leave the door open for him and he
walks right in and comes to me where i sit
i have never seen him in daylight but
i know he is the best thing i have seen
he takes me to my room and i ask him
for things he always gives me in half light
he tells me not to fall and i wonder
if i have because he is a vision
he leaves early taking his pulsing warmth
i don't know when or if i will see him
again but who else do i want to see
- Author: rebmasters ( Offline)
- Published: April 7th, 2021 03:40
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 33
Comments1
Intriguing words.
Andy
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