cold craving
after Sarah Rice's "Cold"
my thirst tonight
not from the heat
it's from the cold
under this blanket
a body departed
days ago, still
lingering, a phantom
sleeps here
space taken up
with great absence
just craving -
my thirst tonight
a glass of warm water
a fine thick quilt
these cannot quench
the cold thirst
after Sarah Rice's "Cold"
my thirst tonight
not from the heat
it's from the cold
under this blanket
a body departed
days ago, still
lingering, a phantom
sleeps here
space taken up
with great absence
just craving -
my thirst tonight
a glass of warm water
a fine thick quilt
these cannot quench
the cold thirst
A great poem, Chrys. Sad beyond warmth.
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