...Cold...

Cold-hearted enemies staring down the lonesome rivers of escape… swirling dooms surrounds us in deserted islands were old palms talk around the rain bowed sunsets. Running upside down around fallen ash soaking up deadly currents of surrender. Keeping the cool coldness out of dry brush, combing back the scars of forever in the forest earth.


Snaps of firewood call for silence to disappear into the deep autumn night. Hearing you hearing me… never will and never can be that perfect symmetry, your hot warmth travels through my skin never politely entering the body’s blood –thirsty evenings soaked up our sanity. Jolted awake from the bang of the sound of secrets serenities never supposed to be conjured up of. My side is burning bright of frozen fleshed skin forgotten, your gone, my love has left me. Never have I known to be thinking thoughtfully of what you were capable of, only the love we shared that longed to be fulfilled in my hammered hearts desire. I lay gazing up into the starlit sky trying my hardest to measure out the pros and cons of why?
Twenty years later I still long for your sizzled touch at mornings sunrise. But the time has come to praise and dread that you’re my neighbor looking into my cottage porch window always watching seeking my love that is gone and forgotten.