We’ve defined our silence
in the shriveled frost of sorrow.
I say heartache is beautiful,
you say I kiss like Judas.
Forgive me for not ever calling,
the end of Autumn darkens
this city darker than your hair.
Days are invisible. It’s always windy.
Leaves scratch the street’s face
with the sound of a kiss.
I hear them unintentionally
cut me as they pass by.
D.Q. 10/30/06
3 comments:
achingly beautiful. your poetry gets better and better.
moon
yes, so lyrical and absolutely beautiful!
Moon, Jill... Thanks to you both for commenting. I'm glad my words came through and touched you.
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