Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Little White Pool

Civility weighs upon you.
I am to be transparent
Like the little white pool left on your skin,
gathered in a handful of tissues
'I'll get rid of it' you say
we laugh, never to put you out
You buckle your belt without my help
today I wear no buttons
an armour of warm layers
impenetrable to your touch
ready for nothing
for when you change your mind
It does not help much
Hearts have no on/off buttons
I’ll see you whenever
Your mask says
I hear the door
white tissues fall on fresh snow
and just like that
I am gone.

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