Bring the snow down
freezing lips to flagpoles
will you kiss me still?
Jack Frost's members lie on the ground
hands frozen over mouths
no one will tell me where you've gone.
Skies turned black-and-blue, turned grey
I study liberty in the closet
you'll call me a sinner in the morning.
Jesus tied my boots for me
snow spit thru the open window
I'm coming alive.
I gave up sleepwalking
she said I need to confess more
I think you are part of my breath.
1 comment:
I know I already told you this, K., but it's nice to have it in writing: this is beautiful. Be proud.
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