kissing icicles

kissing icicles

 

 

 

you left me no wind to 

spit into,

your cold, calm demeanor

was an inert blizzard

of incapacitation

 

my hands froze to yours,

and

when i pulled off my gloves

my heart came off in woolen increments

of grief,

 

my throat left so dry

i can't even summon enough liquid words

to spit poems into the stillness

 

so i will try to mouth a snowflake

as you walk out that door,

 

 

my lips will freeze either way.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/10/16

Reviews

[softlyfall]

have you ever seen blood frozen into snow? It has a fascinating horror/beauty just like this poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, actually my own many years ago...you are right...a fascinating beauty/horror.

thank you for the parallel...

j.

[Sameer]

Brillent ...my fav poet and ...your words have a sound which rings in the ear for long...amazing work....gifted

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Sameer.

j.

[A hare off]

I can feel the chill as she opens that door to leave and there is not a jacket warm enough to protect my shivering heart. Sadly wonderful Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, A hare.

j.

[alifeacoustic]

There is no coldness like that felt during and after a breakup. Your words here Jacob express perfectly that which so many go through and can't find suitable words to describe the turmoil and heartache left in it's wake.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, alife.

j.