Saturday, January 12, 2013

winter


i wrote your name
on loneliness that frosted 
my window pane in winter
 .
watched it
loose shape and drip
in the warmth of my breath
 .
and trickle down
slowly till it touched
the smudge left by my palm
 .
and till I felt it spread through me
giving me back my breath
and a little warmth
 .
of my own
.

2 comments:

Mark Yuhas said...

This was so wonderful. Thank you for sharing your voice.

Anonymous said...

spiders, walls, that void. it sucks, don't it? take the leap............h u doin bud?