Wednesday, December 28, 2011

iron stove burns a slow red-veined coal morning


iron stove
burns
a slow
red-veined
coal morning
and
I'm clutched
by this gentle woman
at the edge
of last night's
calorescent
bliss.

my toes
at untucked
blanket's edge,
tips cold
like double-paned
frosted windows
compliment
our Christmas
fire
'neath
the sheets.

the city
is waking
hear
its citizen
sounds
but tender
I hold
my gentle woman
and
prolong
our present
glow.

morning stillness,
like a shield
or
an army's
barricaded flank,
forestalls
with unified purpose
cold's invase
and our
coalescence
with
citizen sounds.

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