let’s spill the
hours
and fill these
eyes
like tears may
bring us
peace..
of mind, we too
shall find
deep rest in slow
release.
shadow work
flitting somewhere
in between
the day
and laments passed,
kindling any
ember
that may smolder
into memory.
winter fell like
it knew us
and had seen this
time before..
we got too lost to
notice weather,
worried it may
snow forever.
held that kiss so long
in mind
it could not
deliver–
merely flirting with
a deeper
bond
than had
been considered.
met you in the
waiting
room,
where that big hand
never moves
and our tears don’t
run anymore
four drained
eyes
aimed at the
floor.
like winter
storm
with little
warning
she blinded me
so gracefully..
so grateful to
be buried.
wiped a snowflake
from your
cheek,
assuming it
was wept,
but a stain of
white was
left
upon skin where
winter
bled.
tomorrow in
a bottle,
today’s washed
up on shore
to escape cold city’s
confines
on a quest for
so much
more.
harmful were
desires
born from within a
lonely place,
and acrid was
the taste
of desperation
we perspired.
all this hoping
without
moving
is like waiting out
the winter
with a grudge
draped over my shoulder,
believing it will
remedy
my distaste
for cold.
hands in the garden 
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