Estrange

Do you know her name?

Something she said

Reminded me of someone else

Like the snows west of the city

Remind me of a desert

Someplace east

And I wonder if she’s happier

In the cold or in the heat

It’s a blizzard that blazes

Inside of my head and

I’m longing for some sleep

But for now I’ve got to

Sit with my back against the door

And hope that it holds while

The wind pounds it fists

 

I can’t feel my feet

We may need to share

Our body heat to keep warm

Until the storm passes

 

Staring out into darkness

Right on the brink

It’s too early for breakfast

But too late for another drink

Whatever will we talk about?

We watch the sun slowly rise

As she does something with her lips

And she sort of smiles and sighs

And does something else

With her hips

 

August 2014 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on August 22, 2014.