on frost and dissipating

like Steven’s man in the snow
it takes a long time in the cold,
to know the sharp crisp edges of isolation
the echoing emptiness of alone

your red lips moving
formed obsolete letters
words of language lost,
I heard only sentences sublime

your hands pulled me
in from the cold–breath warm
enough to melt my frost

I slipped out the back door,
walking away
into the frostbitten night


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. slpmartin
    May 26, 2017 @ 05:33:06

    Really love the line ” the sharp crisp edges of isolation…” …what a precise phrase capturing that feeling.


  2. J. A. Panian
    Jun 06, 2017 @ 04:08:46

    Not sure how I missed this. The Snowman is one of my all time faves. You’ve brought its profundity down to earth. Your earth.


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