He limps and wheezes
into her life.
Silver sparks splatter
from his eyes.
His ears were stolen
from Mickey Mouse.
His heart, from
Attila the Hun.
Her voice is
a vacant dungeon.
Her heart,
a smothered dove.
Her every hair
is perfect, a stoic
yellow, the color of
truth tarnished by time.
Together, they will
share miracles.
Miracles falling not
from the stars,
but born of tears.
David Kowalczyk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-with-gargoyles/
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