Call Her Dove: For Purity
I call her dove
for purity,
she thinks it’s cute
she likes the thought
that she could be…
purity,
by love,
and sought…
through corridors,
halls,
pushing doors
in captured time
rousing slumber’s impatient mind
she thinks it’s cute
I think she climbs
moving walls
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I call her dove
for purity
she wonders why
but likes the thought
impunity
by love
the questions brought
threw corridors,
halls,
and tears
of waterfalls
locked in time
frozen fears
thaw…
prehistoric crime
purity,
by love
she takes it slight
I call her dove
an angel's light
but too close
above
her strings
of youth forgot
not for the weak
the root we’ve wrought
-- I call her dove
for purity
for when I look
it’s what I find
I like the thought,
she,
pure,
defined,
not in her eyes
but in mine
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