Fun and Games: Poetry & Limericks: Poetry

Your Face by Vanhunks
Rating: [PG-13] Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
In the dark depths of night Among debris of broken bones and broken spirits When blood ooze thickly from open wounds and soak into the sands of Nevada, Leave the trails of crime - blood answers the questions blood defies the answers, tease maddeningly into the early hours of the morning, run DNA… Walk with me to find a woman, a man, a child - eyes wild, staring sightless into the distance with mouths open, baring pearly white teeth, fear frozen on their faces in grotesque imitation of life Untold misery is my nightly bread, What I feel has long been suppressed - I'm cold, like the corpses I am dead I must stand guard over my frozen heart or else I'll feel and bleed with the dead. It is night. It is dark. I want to feel again When the sun rises over the Nevada desert and swells bright red into the blue sky, when you walk with me into the birth of the day I look at your face - tired, drawn, yet retaining the glow of all time and love Your eyes tell me something deep and familiar I leave behind the dead, the debris, the misery of the night for when I look at you and see your smile I know I can face the morning… * end vanhunks august 2004
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