On many bitter winter days
she is what picks at my thoughts
she is what surges through my fingertips
teasingly
softly
slowly
During many darkened afternoons
she surrounds me with an unforgiving presence
around my bedchambers
in my heart
in my soul
When the eventide is evident in the sky
she is the earsplitting static
that grazes over my ears
that resonates throughout
my being
In the early bright of day
she fastens herself to me soundly
like the skin
that I am in
like the sweat during
a Spanish heat
During the restless day
she is the eagerness
she is the unrelenting spirit
that is me
she is my battered self
she is my demise
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
On many bitter winter days
she is what picks at my thoughts
she is what surges through my fingertips
teasingly
softly
slowly
During many darkened afternoons
she surrounds me with an unforgiving presence
around my bedchambers
in my heart
in my soul
When the eventide is evident in the sky
she is the earsplitting static
that grazes over my ears
that resonates throughout
my being
In the early bright of day
she fastens herself to me soundly
like the skin
that I am in
like the sweat during
a Spanish heat
During the restless day
she is the eagerness
she is the unrelenting spirit
that is me
she is my battered self
she is my demise
