"The death of light"

The death of light
welcomes warm embrace as
hands cross chests, burrowing under arms,
and glances meet
eye-to-eye through the onset of
impending dusk.  Warm breaths
humidify the air–a warm cloak,
wrapping around noses and lips,
ear-to-ear.  Bodies pull close,
assuring warmth and to not matter
the consequence of folding sheets
during the night.  Faces appear as
the light from her eyes
is picked out like a match, struck,
at the end of a tunnel.
Nudged noses flick fruition,
up-to-down, left-to-right, but
there is no sulfuric satisfaction
with winter rapping upon the window.
The evaporating enlightenment
eventually dims to ashen spires as
an evading soul rises to the heavens.


Christopher S. Malone View All →

I play with words and invisible objects.

A mind, a pen and a piece paper have the best relationship ever.


"Remember this--if you shut your mouth, you have your choice."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

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