for winter, with love

the chill of the floorboards on bare feet,
the after-shower shiver,
the daybreak frost fades to dew

the cloudless cyan canvas, cold glaring sun-
lies!
my opaque breath, my hardened cheeks don’t
lie
but i take it in, this
precious painting

orange – to – blue
photoshopped gradient backdrops
behind spiny silhouettes of
suburban forests

i lie in hardened blades of grass,
face towards the slate and stars,
burning wood and ice in the wind

let these dusty dreams unfold like brittle pages
i’ll close my eyes towards the sand and wind
and feel you on my skin
unimposing
like the glare from the setting sun

i like to creep lightly in life’s quiet crevices
among the harried and hurried crowds.
above the clamor of the coffee cafe
my thoughts are calm and come in rolling waves
no one knows me here
i sit by myself
in myself
watch myself
let the caffeine call to my sleepy senses
they speak
and the sound
escalates to a
hush. no one’s here
i hear no one.