"My Sunday Girl" *
The neon glows like a beacon
inviting the lovers of the night
to come out of the woodwork
the moon is out
in its quiet brilliance
She is among them tonight
searching for the something
or someone that will stop
her vulnerable heart
Desire hides within
the shadows
as the wind howls
we run hand in hand
to the old church
It is beautiful inside, he whispers
as Sunday's girl leans into him
and their bodies intertwine
the wetness from her thighs
blesses the union
A holy no
as the two souls
are joined
in consecrated bliss.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
* - this poem was inspired by "Down" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo)
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