Dark puddles form in blurry sheets upon the paving slabs,
Above the torrent, electricity spasms, flashes and grabs,
And everything is grey and drab,
The promise of winter invading again;
Then the memories of you, my one time queen of ice,
With heart melting smiles so chilling and nice,
That you crush my resolve like a vice,
A sometime pleasure combined with pain.
I fixate on half-frozen rivers that kiss the snowy riverbanks,
And of slow-running petrol that fills the yawning petrol tanks,
And of heavy wishes that heaved and sank,
Their only remnants the waters’ rippled sigh;
You were such a vision, a sculpture way back when
I formulated my best-laid plans like those of mice and men,
In the end I would yield and slowly count to ten,
And let you go, as the hunger stammered and would ravenously die.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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