Dancing With Gargoyles Poem by David Kowalczyk
Dancing With Gargoyles
He limps and wheezes
into her life.
Silver sparks splatter
from his eyes.
His ears were stolen
from Mickey Mouse.
His heart, from
Attila the Hun.
Her voice is
a vacant dungeon.
Her heart,
a smothered dove.
Her every hair
is perfect, a stoic
yellow, the color of
truth tarnished by time.
Together, they will
share miracles.
Miracles falling not
from the stars,
but born of tears.
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