sooner (than later)

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so it was in the cold that I held
those earnest embers of your words,

you were the marble idol
when black and white mingled
to cover the deep trenches of
my heart, your singular smile
was the only thing visible, only
sight on that evening of lights.

a caress on my neck had me
drugged, I was a shore for your
rising tide, I lost myself,

oh I lost myself that night, and
I am cold yet again, those embers
have a faint glow, and I am cold again

in the brilliance of my torn skin,
shivering in shadows of your smile.

I hold the new key, so new that it
is not yet familiar by the touch, of
my fingers, and I walk through
the door of this unknown circumstance,
I want to be home.

yes, I have fallen for you.
February comes soon.

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Inspired from February by Dar Williams, written in consideration of writing prompt at With Real Toads.

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12 thoughts on “sooner (than later)

  1. A most evocative poem, light and poignant, yet deep with meaning. I especially like ‘in the brilliance of my torn skin, / shivering in shadows of your smile.’

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