A language for romance;
an anthropic mistrust of
all that breathes.
The snow makes me curse
but it's melting is too sudden.
All this change.
I am not waiting
Tonight when I
think your name as I fall asleep,
it is not to call you to me.
It's just to hear the sound
and taste my need;
the measure of it. How it lessens
with each day.
an anthropic mistrust of
all that breathes.
The snow makes me curse
but it's melting is too sudden.
All this change.
I am not waiting
Tonight when I
think your name as I fall asleep,
it is not to call you to me.
It's just to hear the sound
and taste my need;
the measure of it. How it lessens
with each day.
Nice. There's a lot of emotion packed into this one.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is a strong twist on that emotional overload.
And "All this change"-- with the period, followed by "I am not waiting [open ended, no punctuation]" is great. Thanks, Ms Dubois.