Revisions

Another pome: This one has two versions:


Valentine


no apples fall from these

fallow trees, my branches

ache in their empty poses

reaching upward, frozen



I have no honey

words to

drip into ears plugged

from years spent in closed

underwater spaces



winter briskness

slows life to

cold isolation

silent stillness

puffs of white air

we breathe

in, out



In February moonlight

I can give you this:

one hand on your face, one

at your waist,

your shaven neck my

frosty mouth


____________________________________________________________



Valentine



In February moonlight

I can give you this:

one hand on your face, one

at your waist,

my frosty mouth,

your shaven neck


I have no melted

whispers to

drip into ears plugged

from years spent in closed

underwater spaces



winter briskness

slows life to

silent stillness

puffs of white air


smoke

we breathe

in

Comments

  1. I really like the line "I have no honey". It makes the first one my favorite.

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