you sink in the oversized, cold leather couch,
the wine warming your insides
your eyes change colors with the sky
you pluck a part of your self
and toss it out
shivering, it rises...
you knew it was cold, you knew it was freezing
you sit with Dylan Thomas Volume - the words caressing you, more than any lover
and, your thoughts move... heart fluttering on the bridge of time
quietly, you see him leave
quietly, you let go
quietly, you exit
from the stained-glass
age-old library
infused with musty smell
thawing self
warm insides
shivering heart
numb senses
... all of you
a mosaic made of,
fragments of telephone conversations, love notes,
inane observations, shared nonsense
pregnant silences, fulfilling quiets ...
a stolen tragedy,
a sneaked lovestory
you hang the art - like a dream catcher, on your bedstand
to kiss it good night - every night!
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