Winter Thoughts

The city is cold
with your neon reflections. and here I am,
waiting for the bus that will not come
(you told me to stay
until at least three. it’s ten after
and the bus runs only ’til half
past midnight).

I cannot find my lighter
in the country dark, or this place
and these shadows that close upon my head
when streetlights are broken on these grey roads,
or the salt-stained streets that melted winter.
Every step,
every step is the promise

of your heartcage around me.

Lungs are not needed for love,
but I can spare one addiction
for another. My seven extra minutes
is unknown and willing, watched
by neighbours with ashen eyes, hiding
in faux-frost apartments.

<i>When can I sleep alone?</i>


The black moon rests
on my back. There is a star for every doubt cast

in the snow and erased again
by my heels. I pick them up
like your bass chords left
haunting in my basement.

And this is another lie: when the moon
turns to morning I am here;

We go for coffee and hand holding.
Somehow I forget
I had no choice
in being romantic.

Winter Thoughts

merulian

Joined November 2008

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This is me when winter comes.

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