We steep ourselves
in jagged silhouettes
of your piano intro.
Bathe in dusty memories
like sepia-toned snapshots.
We will hear you
until we, too
are too sore for sound.
We shiver through
flickering silence
Far less.
Lost like a static low.
Where affinity breaks down,
freeze crowds against
our feeble fish-bowl walls.
We can’t tell cold
from native skin
Braking black-and-white
festers at our feet.
Extremities unknown.
Confident,
we wander.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
We steep ourselves
in jagged silhouettes
of your piano intro.
Bathe in dusty memories
like sepia-toned snapshots.
We will hear you
until we, too
are too sore for sound.
We shiver through
flickering silence
Far less.
Lost like a static low.
Where affinity breaks down,
freeze crowds against
our feeble fish-bowl walls.
We can’t tell cold
from native skin
Braking black-and-white
festers at our feet.
Extremities unknown.
Confident,
we wander.
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