Making Love While Pyramid Head Stalks The Halls

Poem By Justin Gildow

Locked up in a closet
Among the tore up room
We're playing 7 minutes in heaven
We hug and embrace
As well as kiss until we're out of breath
Pledging ourselves to each other
Devoting ourselves to our love
Even if it means certain death

Somewhere in the halls
Pyramid Head has his job
Dragging that buster sword with him
We grate our teeth as the sword bangs, clatters, and scrapes its way across and along the ground

We'll leave Pyramid Head to his own ways and devices
We continue to pick up where we left off
And we continue to make love

Comments about Making Love While Pyramid Head Stalks The Halls

There is no comment submitted by members.

5,0 out of 5
2 total ratings

Other poems of GILDOW

(be Strong Now) My Night With Her In August

I can see the nightingale sing
Our love's more colorful than a starling
Take my hand, and be strong now, girl
Cuz it's our heart shaped world

Father And Daughter

Father and daughter spend some quiet time together in the living room
Shining through the curtain is the sun
And outside is the glorious afternoon

Laguna Beach

The sun and the early morning have come
They've arrived in this town
This decrepit, decaying kingdom
I wake up from my goodnight sleep


I know when I'm sleeping
And that I'm dreaming in slumber
Well, it's no night by numbers since you tiptoe through my room
Spreading your radiance

21 Gun Salute

I dropp to one knee
I unbuckle my helmet
And I slam it to the ground
And I count my blessings