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