IN LOVE, LIKE IN WAR- HESITATION LEADS TO DEATH

 

I love how the bellowing silence hovers over earth, finally putting to rest the gauging mechanics from the toil of our daily yoke. As I stand at the back balcony, partaking in my habit, I witness snowflakes reflecting off the dusk lights. Glistening like her teary eyes after a suffocating laugh. Tonight, winter is at the extreme of the coldest days in hell. One moment, the sun complements the pale, icy foam, and the other, sleet renders visibility to zero. Falling violently like the burnt-up ashes of all former lovers from the roof of my heart. It’s been a minute since I’ve set paper on fire, along with names and enchantments. Becoming more aware of my surroundings has helped me stay grounded... helped me redirect instead of projecting. I am lucky to have all 4 seasons to inspire me. 

In winter, dusk comes around a little earlier. Lonely hearts dread it! I love lying in bed next to my lover. Legs locked, hands intimately exploring, tracing. You wouldn’t believe how much we sleep in over the weekend. The extent of skin contact may have us fuse into one by spring.

You’ll envy the dead when you gaze upon the cemetery this time of the year. Tombstones mushroom above the snow in discord. It has never been quieter- tranquil!

Photocredit: Donnie Yance