Aug 2017
snowfall and stars
you shove gloved hands
into pockets
to warm them faster
the shimmer of ice
splintered by a slew
of children
and now us
touching you
my private ghost
body like smoke
thrill of a dangerous taste
what night
crawls into our heads
drips its silence
between the wind
what names
trickle into our throats
form like frost
on unfamiliar windows
you shove gloved hands
into pockets
to warm them faster
the shimmer of ice
splintered by a slew
of children
and now us
touching you
my private ghost
body like smoke
thrill of a dangerous taste
what night
crawls into our heads
drips its silence
between the wind
what names
trickle into our throats
form like frost
on unfamiliar windows
Written: August 2017.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Rather hard to explain, along with the title that may actually work better with another piece. Anyway, feedback is welcome as always. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Rather hard to explain, along with the title that may actually work better with another piece. Anyway, feedback is welcome as always. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
