Slumber Crawl

Fall is slowing

to a crawl.

I’m moaning

prayers and confessions.


a given direction.


So, now I’m disarmed,

stripped of my barbs,

relieved of my scars.

Holding high and lowly,

with a love so holy.


I’ve been all we are.


Could be – but it never is,

what we let ourselves down with

is a scene of bitter nature,

though I could never hate her.

Come slowly to me

and I will follow.


HG – 2000-2005

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