Wednesday, September 18, 2013

I have not had enough


I have not had enough
Of howling winds
Tormenting
Their whistling wailing
Penetrating
The marrow of my bones
I have not had enough
But the turning, it is here

I have not had enough
Of cold’s embrace
Its frozen fingers
Against my flesh
Of icicles blood red
Freezing veins blue cold
I have not had enough
But the turning, it is here

I have not had enough
Of kisses from the frost
Lips chilled as ice
And ruddy cheeks
Dried and cracked
Love bites from the cold
I have not had enough
But the turning, it is here

I have not had enough
Of winter’s rage
And pounding waves
I have not felt its naked fury
The freezing silent haunting
Stalking my arousing
I have not had enough
But the turning, it is here

I have not had enough
Do not leave me
Embalm me with your freezing
For numb and cold
I can feel
Let me stay glacial
I do not want the turning
The greening of the leaves

The seasons turned
The sun is warming
And leaves are greening
Life is arising
Let me stay
In the safety of frozen sod
I have not had enough

Not enough.

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