every corner
cleaned house
mind swept
diurnal me
knows nothing of you
save remembering how randomly
you kill love
how you take your sword
extra bloody with two cherries
but someone needs to tell my subconscious
to stop agreeing with yours at night
when i have no control of love
indifference or hate
nocturnal me is in love
she still misses
still kisses
still listens to the antichrist in the kitchen
honestly haunted dreams
until the next incarnation
this is the price of foolish love
of betraying instincts
somnambulatory indentured servitude
synapses refusing to unsync
for all time
thank the gods for dawn
for breaking encampments
for moveable feasts
and the act of waking up
to reality
and going out tonight
to hear live music
minstrel living not dying
foot tapping to the beat of
a singular heart
3 replies on “but the door knocker”
well expressed sentiments, love your blog style.
keep it up.
Thank you for reading …and for your encouragement. 🙂
my pleasure..
lovely word flow.
invite you to join Jingle poetry potluck today, free and fun…
first time participant is welcome to share 1 to 3 old poems, or poems unrelated to our theme,
hope to see you in.
xx