Monday, January 10


desire that dries, one as completely
as a cold day that shivers in and out
or frozenalmost like honey which chokes
on its own sweet
this day which sprinkled you
across in stories of magical life
springing in utter breathing
which muttered crossly
point, pointed at these love
and laughed and mocked
me who spells erised
and calls every minutesleep
your picture enter my mind.