I'm not even sure myself what I'm getting at here...
And taut arms pulled me down against his side
And like a troubadour he sang his song for me
"As I'm a man, what can I but a comfort be?"
**********
He shivered his assent and slowly reached my hand
And as I held it there I saw he cried
In desperate gratitude he trembled silently
"My life this night rests safe in sudden debt to thee."
Poetry by bluebackpack
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Written on 2009-09-06 at 03:17
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Sudden Debt
Stumbling in the woods I fell upon a manAnd taut arms pulled me down against his side
And like a troubadour he sang his song for me
"As I'm a man, what can I but a comfort be?"
**********
He shivered his assent and slowly reached my hand
And as I held it there I saw he cried
In desperate gratitude he trembled silently
"My life this night rests safe in sudden debt to thee."
Poetry by bluebackpack
Read 768 times
Written on 2009-09-06 at 03:17
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