To\u00a0 Michele<\/p>\n
Time streams<\/p>\n
more slowly in the winter, and light<\/p>\n
reflected off snow<\/p>\n
bends lazily around shadows;<\/p>\n
our reflections are mirrored in the white<\/p>\n
light and our thoughts, like our breath,<\/p>\n
hang limply in the air,<\/p>\n
and dissipate into mist.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Who is sure of anything on a frigid winter day?<\/p>\n
Who is sure what is meant<\/p>\n
by our last thought which hung<\/p>\n
transparent, briefly before us<\/p>\n
before meeting its ephemeral fate?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
What is Bliss but<\/p>\n
light and time and the cold<\/p>\n
and a frozen memory of you<\/p>\n
beside me.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I was really good when I was young.<\/p>\n
NOT part of the poem!<\/p>\n
I wish we had made love that night.<\/p>\n
I have since become much less the gentleman<\/p>\n
and more the cavalier…<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Would one night now make up<\/p>\n
for a missed life with you?<\/p>\n
Would your lips draw my blood<\/p>\n
dead pooled in my heart<\/p>\n
to my extremities…<\/p>\n
would I feel again as I then did<\/p>\n
flush with passion and love,<\/p>\n
eternally immortal?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Not part of the poem!<\/p>\n
This is not words or cadence or meter<\/p>\n
Nor your flesh or mine<\/p>\n
This is a thought<\/p>\n
Hung cold in frigid air<\/p>\n
And lost to time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To\u00a0 Michele Time streams more slowly in the winter, and light reflected off snow bends lazily around shadows; our reflections are mirrored in the white light and our thoughts, like our breath, hang limply in the air, and dissipate into … Continue reading