Monday, February 8, 2016

Cold






I am cold -

That I am naked; alone

A silhouette across the moon’s face.



You are cold -

Within your white woven coat

A cocoon waiting to evolve wings.



It is cold -

Names and places forgotten

For nostalgia is bittersweet tea.



Night is cold -

And the discussions white noise

For cold revelers speak randomness.








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