In the skeletal branches of the trees,
the golden threads of her soul wound like spider webs.
Her voice drifted up from the swirling leaves
planting kisses on my ears,
soft and warm in the brisk breeze. 'I have not forgot.'
As breath freezes crystaline and falls shattering to the earth
at the conjuration of an apparition. An apparition of love
lost in the darkest fall. Bitter winds bite the skin and words
carried through living trees tear at vibrant leaves; 'I miss you,'
Her touch: cold, slides through the flesh leaving me breathless. Frost bitten.
CITEȘTI
Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoezieThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
