the rain's melting glass moulding our views and moving intentions to rooms where it started
in grey skies and days gripping tightly as tea melts between afternoon darkness
the city at evening turned pines into curtains drifting on branches
and in sudden still we walked out between them in tunnels so soft words can't escape we shook them together the snow freezing down between coatings inside the stitched cotton we're both waiting there as cars drive below
the rain's melting glass and scatters through streets and cracks in the frame are beginning to show
Envelop me like the love letters we would write each other when I was away, like the blankets we would wrap up in to stay warm in those polar nights. When the heater was broken and everything was frozen we would keep eachother safe.
I love you Madeline Campbell. I hope you have an amazing Birthday today!
A sidewalk canvas Half done slush An oil slick Twice frozen ice And boots that slip A train just missed The red eyes glare Rain that floats In bitter air Brutalized concrete Bleeding rust Filthy floors And alley walls Spent cigarettes In every nook Steel that shrieks In cold protest Blue lights And a defiant poet On every corner
A bruised body doesn’t hurt as much as a shaking soul and trembling heart. It’s the winter in me. My ice-covered mind is too cold to think properly and my hands so frozen aren’t able to reach out and hold spring.