Tag: poem

i take you in
now
in memories.
breathing wisps
of your hair
that no longer cary
scent.
i take you in
now
and move you
through me,
washing my soul
of your
memory.
this is no
longer loss.

the first snowfall
is melting
though this
is not spring
one could be
deceived
but the air
and sky
hold only winter
i desperately
want spring
i crave it
more than ever
spring holds
such promises
i want
these promises
i want
longer days
i want sweat
upon skin
and intense
hunger
i want you
to arrive
to be held
by spring



so much here
in this bowl of
soup
resting on a cold
countertop
the curtains
are still closed
late autumn
works its magic
somewhere beyond
them
months or years
ago
it is summer
and we entangle ourself
in the shade
only coming inside
to
press
our bodies
against the warm
countertop