Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrreaky Door


Amongst many such historical things,
Midst a flock of Pigeons’ dry droppings.
That moonlit, wispy, cloudy night.
Ignoring a priest’s suggested refrain,
We tried to make it yet detain.

On the tall tower’s 
Half done tenth floor
Ignoring the creak of
A rusty……. tin door.

Shutting it on an
(Un)-existing world
The shrieks of the hinges
Discounted, unheard.

You pulling my collar
With a greedy hiss
And planting that
Passionate, moist
……………… kiss.

My hand quiescent in
A handful rest
On the covered half of
Half bare breast.

And reaching nowhere
Yet every there
Of the broken promise,
Mister Priest!
Take care.


~ Glow Worm~

(The time
To poem
Perhaps
Has come).

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