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a poem by Douglas I. Thompson (2 of 2)
Indian Giver
You give and take your love away
like promises unkept and broken
your love like pennies laid upon
the closed eyelids of the dead
sewn shut forever to all living men
as your heart, too, is shut within
the dark cavern of your soul,
your secret knowledge tucked away
and buried within that hollow womb
I lay beside you, spent, wanting to stay,
contemplating my withered desire
as you, my love, shudder at
my unwanted company
Indian giver, you leave me cold
like promises unkept and broken
your love like pennies laid upon
the closed eyelids of the dead
sewn shut forever to all living men
as your heart, too, is shut within
the dark cavern of your soul,
your secret knowledge tucked away
and buried within that hollow womb
I lay beside you, spent, wanting to stay,
contemplating my withered desire
as you, my love, shudder at
my unwanted company
Indian giver, you leave me cold
© by Douglas I. Thompson
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #7 ~ January 2010
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