"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

FrostBite.

Can't rid the chill
from my bones.
I think my heart
is freezing over.
What will it take
to thaw the
frostbitten marrow?
Please say you'll
love me,
because only the
meaning warms
my fingertips.

- - -

In light of the minus 30 and lower weather.

4 comments:

  1. direct,
    cute love piece.
    thanks for sharing.

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  2. fresh words, short but well said! Thanks for sharing!

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  3. Short and cute - my type of poem. Really like it!

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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."