2004 Poetry in Bohème Magazine


2004 Poetry in Bohème Magazine

Heir By: V.C. McCabe

I have your hands
and your stubborn streak
your love of books
your half smile
and deep inside
that same dark wish
a reckless desire
to quench curiousity
and find release
from mortal pain.
You are my dark glass
a cracked reflection
of an alternate path.
Her light has me balanced
on the edge of your abyss,
awaiting the slightest breeze
to send me tumbling over.

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