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