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 9 Years Ago


DrD

9 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 9 Years Ago


DrD

9 Years Ago

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

9 Years Ago

You nearly killed me with those wildflowers, I'll always find my way back to your page....
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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 9 Years Ago


DrD

9 Years Ago

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

9 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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