liminal

I take back what I said

give me the blurred year again

when seasons cease to exist

just that constant

of a droplet trickling down

the nape of my neck

and disappearing into my shirt

my skin always warm

from morning to night

you could see the sun

under my cheeks

ruddy and wild

like my laugh

such joy at the end of the day

stepping out of my clothes

the clasp of the bra

like a sigh

walking bare foot

on the cold stone floor

a feral animal

I was ungrateful

the hours of warmth

shrugged off foolishly

living in the night

smoking under the stars

polluting my mind

with wine

never wanting to sleep

alone

now, two years later

I am back again

in the cold and rain

the burnt sun

but a memory

my skin always numb

and lifeless

and the women in my bed now

are even more dead than me