Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Words constrict your throat like vines.

Gulping for air, a freshly caught mackerel,

Shimmers blue and green in the dim light.

 

Polar opposites, so warm you are!

You radiate emotion through my concrete veins,

Your heart has always adorned your sleeve.

 

Thrice we have journeyed this overgrown trail,

To the pool where once more we drown, 

We stand holding hands and dip our toes into the water.

 

Leaving my side, you wade into the depths -

Consumed. Only the ripples indicate where you departed,

You have said your goodbyes Brother, you can grieve in content.

 

Eyelids clamped shut I see him,

A decaying man who can't remember my face once I leave,

But knows only that I love him and, in that moment, he loves me.

 

He must leave me now; he'll find comfort there,

I follow you into tranquility, now forever farewell as he

Greets the raven cloak who has come to claim him.

Reviews

[KurKota]

You write with such unabashed ability to make the chaotic seem sublime ! Superb !