Brother, lover, writerA Poem by just_teague:ars poeticaBrother, before I relapse self-indulgently into dreamscape I walk through the snow in my dress to search for you. And each night when I don’t find you I come home; snow drips down my hair and face as I fall into bed, shivering and vaguely upset.
Although even that feeling is distant.
Nisaye, niiji, I could drape scraps of every love language around you And I’m afraid it would still not be enough. My ghost limbs ache with cold.
Brother, please come back. I am half of me still, half of me left all alone.
sing a very sad song and maybe you will return to me
But the air is blank, The ink ebbs only. © 2013 just_teagueReviews
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Added on November 6, 2013Last Updated on November 6, 2013 Authorjust_teagueMorris, MNAboutI'm Teague; I'm always in two places at once. I am a sequence of four stories trapped within each other, or some similar mess. Will be primarily writing poetry here; I seem to be going through a p.. more..Writing
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