the night hangs its heroes leaving the morning to bury its dead
the horn growled
against the darkness
he beat against it
till his hands bled
his headlights aimed
at her window
neighbours calling the police
and no one coming to the door
the young man
mad with love
and lust
and desire
and hate
and revenge
and sympathy
and hope
and forever
and her eyes
and his dreams
and the future
and promises
and summer nights
and sincerity
and pain
and blood
and flowers
and her smell
and poetry
and the silence of the nighttime
and the laughter of the dawn
and her kiss
and rage
and forever
and forever
and forever
Copyright © michael dennis / Ordinary Press 1982
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