The Lineman's Wife
In vision's breath
sugared frost
I see your hands
knuckles cracked
Padded coat
and eyes in tune
to every hissing
movement
In this mind
cold signified
inside your warmth
I long to be
and waste my days
like frozen dew
never reaching the earth
In lines of vigor
pristine heat
I see you struggle
to join, complete
and only with
this chill in the air
can I truly envision
electric.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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