Across The Fence
February 11, 2008Waist high walls of crumbling stone-
the long legged man merely steps across,
carrying the girl tight to his chest.
For a minute he can pretend
that she belongs to someone other than her self- him-
to be very specific.
They have a secret place they like to go.
They never mention it aloud, but when he sneaks away
and steals her from the night, they never go anywhere else
here is heaven,here is hell
and here is a small stone wall,
waist high, and winding.
Author Kimmensity
Add A Comment