she brought me february
skin of snow and fire
i heard the moon dancing
joyful of july’s promises of
me
and finally,
you
blizzards of night lights
on empty highways
that clock the moments,
watch me die of
hunger
with the blood of your
fresh kill hot on my lips
winter’s wind stings my eyes
to tears, my windows open
to sounds i cannot hear and
the cold that stirs me nightly
in places where you lie
dormant
but march draws nearer me
and i await my rebirth
in you
so our moon – winter moon
can dance in warmth
surely she will know our
heat
and blush a july summer’s blush
for our moon is only
a summer sun, that waits a
winter night
for us
and with the ending of nights
will come the heat of
summer days, where i shall
taste the sweat that roils
where no one but our
moon dare shine
so strange to have come across this post… everything does happen for a reason… 🙂 I love February in general and the 4th in particular as it means a lot to me…
Thank you. I hope it brought to mind good thoughts.