He said I was his lucky charm

something to dangle on pensive days

in the face of fate and destiny

just in case suspicion darkened his vision

on some rare up close occasions

when he failed to rid us of the flies and maggots of our derision

the two of us would huddle under northern starry skies

and ply each other with enough schemes to plant a crop of fantasy

Oh we were good back then

in our love filled isolation

impaling our souls daily on the Steeple

at the top of the mountain

of our blissful cool demise


Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

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