Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Sweet Talk

One icy day, long ago
I let some sweet talk poke holes in my bark,
sugary sap to flood my life.
The drip congealed on the ice,
sealed my thoughts that winter,
sweetened cold days,
by nights I was feeding on candy.
Until another winter, another year,
White cold days,
hour by hour I imagine you baste time in silence
my sweat love ruined
your sap did not thaw in time,
no more spring for us.

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