Best Poems Written by S. S

A Crystal That Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
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My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
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The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.

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