Silk Dress Poem by Uriah Hamilton

A pawn shop
in the AM moonlight,
wouldn't it be romantic
to lift a magnificent necklace
and dance in the rain?

I wish you had a pretty silk dress
that i purchased for you
when I was inebriated
and sentimental.

instinctively, we know
there's nothing to be gained
by falling in love,
survival alone will crush us
like corn beneath a grinding stone.

But I so desperately want to kiss
your gold earring and neck
like nothing else mattered
but a brief moment of passion
that could become an exit ramp
from this endless freeway of misery.