Take Me Home Tonight

by | Oct 12, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

Take me home tonight—
my feet have suffered
a journey
longer than memory,
longer than time;
a heartache that starts
from the roots shooting
all the way up into the sky—
take me home tonight.

From man to a man—
my bed never warms,
neither does
any other bed—
I cannot call any mine;
this beauty is a curse
it invaded me like spring—
like a fruitless tree,
I do nothing, but shine.

Take me home tonight.

The world is a stranger
stalking my shadow
for far too long;
my features to him
but a mere figure,
dancing in the dark
without a voice
without a face
without a woman inside.

Take me home tonight

Since womb in a womb,
I must have thought
one day mine would bloom—
a testament of a room
I can call mine;
it smells of flowers in the morning,
it smells of my touch all day long,
it smells of a place where I belong,
it smells of only you
of your love at night—
take me home tonight.

October 8, 2015

a poem by Danny B.


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