Tall, Dark, Silent type

Maybe this is what happens to tall, dark, silent types

They get dark and then

They get silent

Beaten down and beaten up by

The wood and the rush of the traffic

Outside their windows in the dead

Of night until the dawn doth raise its

Weary head.  Until that tiny spot

Of Love is found that gains not from exactitude

It is aboundedly shamefully exorbitantly erroneously

Undisturbed by the influence of the chamber

Of the heart

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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