Saturday, December 17, 2005

Public Face

The cry leaves not my mouth.
Instead, I send it searing downwards
through neck..shoulders...arms
frozen in harsh winters rictus
where it pools .
Where your eyes cannot see,
making one single fist of passion
nails score slices from my palms.

I cannot unlock them
to hold you.
Were I to return your embrace,
that cry so tightly held
in frozen stance
might loose itself upon the world
and I might never let you go.



Blogger weatherloveandtreasure said...

There are some powerful feelings there it seems? Very enjoyable to read. Thanks!

Sunday, December 18, 2005 7:58:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


You can never have too many


Sunday, December 18, 2005 10:20:00 PM  

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