Hymn
22 Apr 2014- Details
- Category: Juvenilia
- Written by Jim Dee
She lays,
Turned to the side of a pillow,
Eyes tight,
Hands between her legs protecting violation
From the spirits
She dreams of, but two fingers part,
Like a peeking kid.
This space, this gap she fills with
Just the tongue,
Of fantasy, this ghost who sings her away
Every night
When the sheets tighten and she drifts off.
[circa 1988]
