What is it
About this place
About this town
About this time
That I'm both suffocating
And free
How can the two
Coexist
Live in serenity
Together
How am I
Burning out
While the wind chill
Floats in
What a
Cruel
And unusual
Punishment
For caring.
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KB
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
Comments (3)
I absolutely loved this. That I’m both suffocating and free really stuck with me
This always happens when we care. But sadly, I don't know how to not care. Loved your poem!
Good pace of this poem, KB