disney world™

down the dark hole where I began,
the naked neck of the tiny bore,
where all I was, was a simple whore,
where everything I had started, began again;

the only way that I knew to pray,
down on my knees, and praising the day
that you found me, and made love
surround me, and cast a shadow upon me,

like a pine tree, you kept me
from rain above,
and from dusky, misty love
that would have entombed me,
that would have subsumed me;

and so, mystery girl,
thank you for the tilt-o-whirl,
and I hope that your destiny
without me
is more than
disney world™.

April 2, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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