Wednesday, 30 September 2009

i feel the chill of

I need this warmth to wrap


in silence, in love, in sickness, in health, in in in everything

without this,

this warmth

I malfunction like a rusted machine that hasn’t seen usage in years and years years


Winter seems to descend and wraps


because the warmth is walking slowly away from me and can’t be stopped, halted, ceased

For the life of me I try try try to

pull it in, snap it up, draw it close, entice it near

but the warmth escapes me

me, me