cool – Words and Feathers

Poem 20160316

March 16, 2016 crow5 Comments

we wave goodbye, farewell
and wait and watch to see
which of us will be first
the first to drop their hand
the first to give in to
the inevitable

no way to prevent it
this game of fearful thoughts
a dimming of brightness
a cooling of passions
less i love you more than
why do you love me less

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Poem 20151228

December 28, 2015December 28, 2015 crow2 Comments

i glow
i am a furnace
hot and steel-forging
and the blades i produce
make damascus weep
each word an edge
each word a razor so fine
it slices my tongue as it
leaves my mouth

i quench my blades
my words
in the cool water of you
in the satisfying draughts
of your eyes
of your words
which are sheaths to my own