a scene from our bedroom {vi}

by in_extremis

Posted to Poetry on 2002-12-27 08:28:00

cold settles like ancient dust
collects in corners
where things are forgotten

this numbness permeates
these blankets
made brittle
may snap

and frozen fingers
burn to touch

this is yearning
in stasis
where words either
echo
in
emptiness
or
don’t

make a
sound

divorced from
images
rendered
impotent

as soft wings touched by frost



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