Godfather
A Story-Poem

I wash the sins from from my bloody fingers and kiss the ring of respect on your hand. Your eyes darken and I glimpse small sparks of fire dancing beneath the layers of calm and quiet. We are lovers of the spirit, bound together for eternity by the lives we have lived and the pain we have caused. God stole our dreams when we were young and replaced them with a lump of coal. You ask only for loyalty and unconditional love. I give as much as I get and pay for the rest in dollar bills. Sometimes I am blinded by the sun.
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