of warmth and cold

i never miss the cold like i do the warmth--

in the darkest nights of winter

and in the coldest gusts of ice

i long for a sunrise

a small touch of sunbeam on our cheeks;

--for my skin to sing from the heat

for the color to bleed through every leaf

to feel the warmth of something living

to know that the skies will always be blue

because i become sick of sunsets

of freezing

of withering

of endless frost on colorless windows

because there's not enough warmth to share--

and sometimes i dig deep below

and bury myself in the 

dark

hungry

suffocating earth

far away from even the iciest sunshine

away from even a flicker of light

just to feel a spark of warmth

blazing into a fire of life

burning through my veins

warmth warmth warmth--

it never works

because who else can bring warmth but the sun?

but sometimes--

when i've been charred to ashes;

and i'm more liquid than human;

i close my eyes and lose myself in a memory 

one that isn't dry

and dusty

and scorched

and parched

without shade or shelter

from burning, blinding

everlasting heat heat heat;

i see the colors leak into the sky

and the leaves sink back into the trees;

the sun broken by endless greys;

ice spreading fast and thick;

suddenly a chill runs across my fingers

and a wind nips at my nose--

i see through colorless windows again,

across a world deprived of sun,

where cold is king and chill is queen,

and where i am resting

in the embrace of a friend--

held tight 

a kiss for me alone--

the warmth held somewhere close to heart.

Author's Note

idek

Reviews

[Kent Smotherman]

Very nice, expressive exploration of your theme. I enjoyed this piece very much. There are two lines that I feel are particularly wonderful:

"see the colors leak into the sky
and the leaves sink back into the trees;"

Excellent words choices throughout. My only critique is the last stanza - I've read it over a few times, and to me the very last line just doesn't seem to complete the point. I think it is the word "where" that, in my mind, sets up for a slightly different end - does that make any sense or is it just me? :)

Very nice work.

[Deepshikha]

thanks so much!
i'm not sure what i could really do for the last stanza. i think i understand what you mean, that you were expecting a slightly different sort of end (one that probably didn't have anything to do with what happened), but yeah...um...dunno.
thanks again!