Do not love in word only

Be your hair bound tight against your back
Running low underneath the tors

I am the night ignited

All of the demons are like old friends
Come round to laugh around the stove

The kitten sits in my chair
Wondering at my fingers

In Devon they know where all of the bodies are buried
Under every door
Where the roads wind around your head
Like a scar
Turned tight into a star

Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. You can read more of his work at www.robindunn.com Read other articles by Robin, or visit Robin's website.