Tuesday, June 26, 2012

on a cold day

on a cold day i can taste your skin
through sweat and distance i can savor the desperation in your mornings
the pain in your afternoons
and the sleep deprevation of your nights
you are within me, offering me a passion-filled moment to think of
open ended 
close handed
confusing
frustrating
enthralling
appalling 
and bitter questions
that receive avarice and malice for answers
that bitter turns to pleading, turns to longing frustration
at the seams i come undone
merely thinking of you
enraptured by the diminutive signs of affection you offer i stay
so that on the next cold day i can look forward
to the wind blowing hard, and carrying you on it
i will open my mouth to gather what is left of you 
taste the shadowy resonance of what you used to be

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