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  • I know I'm a wee bit late, but I'm posting this in honour of National Poetry Day (thanks for the heads up Diane!). I wrote the poem below at least a decade ago, maybe a lot longer than that, but I still can recall it almost word for word. I even turned it into the song you're hearing. When I tell people I write poetry, and they (inevitably) ask to hear one of my poems, I summon all my passion and my strength and I spit out these words. Hope you like it.

    Dream Of Hollow Sigh

    I got demons on my pillow
    I got diamonds in my mind
    I got fingers weaved from willow
    That'll in your darkness find

    The memories made of silver
    The shadows full of light
    Got a cup of lust to fill ya
    Then we'll bind the willow tight

    I got tongue of honey whispers
    And it's cradled in my eye
    And we’re making love’s resistor
    In the dream of hollow sigh,

    Got my finger on the pulse of hell,
    Hollow, deep and sweet,
    Got confessions harlot’s heart will sell
    To seal her will’s defeat,

    And we’re drowning in the river,
    And we’re falling in the flood,
    Got your touch that lets me shiver
    And we’re clawing at the mud,

    Got your flaxen hair and golden heart
    Brushing at my skin,
    For blood red wine and strawberry tart
    And the sweeter taste of sin.

    Got the hum of treble healing,
    Dealt behind the throng,
    And it’s soft in tender feeling,
    And it’s shared in bitter song,

    And the tidal rhythm’s climbing
    And it’s heavy, strong and low
    Attuned to pagan timing,
    And it’s buried in the flow.
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