...with the strength of thunder.
And she fits coldly in my hand
like she was made
for these tough old gnarls.
They don't fit quite so neat as this
anymore, or maybe they never did.
But she fits,
that smooth steel warmth.
The damnedest thing.
The nights are thick with smog
and I don't feel it, not like I used.
Now I cut through the air like a scream
and even the bullets grazing my skin
feel like rain.
I love you Goldie.
It works out better this way,
with this reason you gave me...
Author notes
This is the first poem in my 'Sin City' series, each of them dealing with a character. I hope to portray their 'voices' clearly, as well as their personalities. I like Marv and his upfront, no-nonsense manner. I jumped into the poem with Marv because he wanted me to, but he didn't like me intruding on his personal thoughts so I had to break away mid sentence.
Written June 15th, 2005
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This is just amazing, it's the wonderful thought that caught my attention. Marv!!!
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Have not sean sin city (will see it soon hopefully) but i do like this poem well done keep up :-)
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Wow that is amazing...really expressive...
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