I keep Falling

....perhaps one day the aanswer will come

I keep Fallin’

 

 

I live in Winter’s season,

the cold stings my cheeks,

my joints freeze with aches;

it’s been years since Summer’s warmth

has touched my skin.

Yet, I can still feel your touch,

still see a smile curve your lips

red with a strawberry glow,

and taste your Shalimar scented breasts.

 

Why?

Why, after all these Winter winds,

this frozen snow

do I feel your Springtime sun

wrap itself around me?

 

Why,

after barren trees

droop in brown ochres

do I see your red hair

dangle on  my chest

when you lay with me;

your leg resting across my thighs?

 

Why?

Why, after all this time

do I still fall,

fall into the mist of your mouth

as you move through space

that has no time,

yet pulls me into emptiness,

falling into your shadows of oblivion?

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 2.9.21

Author's Note

....thanks for reading

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a wonderful immersing of the seasons into this mournful love poem...oh those memories...
they never go away....seasons change, winters come...but the warmth of a once love can really
keep us nestled comfortable and toasty.
j.

[redzone]

so true, the warmth of once love often comforts on those long, cold winter nights, also gives so much pain of lonliness... one of lifes many complexities and contradictions....

thank you Jacob, for your comment and understanding for this poem...