~~~~~
There’s a cold sharp edge to the night
and I cry from the ache in my feet
frozen in this place of warm currents
that rise to the neckline and cut through a dream
I wish I could sleep
deep in the arms of darkness
where hot coals glow from the heat of a bed
sweating from silk skin and cotton
But the night is so cold
and the wind slaps against the panes
with it’s sharp bright eyes
shining through the window
And I can see the shadows on the wall
dancing in demonic contortions of gray
frantically tracing my dreams
in the palm of the night
while I sit
with my feet frozen to the floor
and the warm air rising
~~~~~
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
