I am told of a man
Who says words so beautifully
That if he only whispers their name
Women fall at his feet
If I lie dumbstruck upon my pillow in the dark
While my silence spreads like cancer on parched lips
It is because I hear footsteps in my stairway
And a man clears his throat outside my bedroom door.
That if he only whispers their name
Women fall at his feet
If I lie dumbstruck upon my pillow in the dark
While my silence spreads like cancer on parched lips
It is because I hear footsteps in my stairway
And a man clears his throat outside my bedroom door.
I love, love, love this. The last stanza especially is just fabulous. (Actually, you had a really terrific week of poetry this week!) Great!
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