The Wind Blew Cold

The Wind Blew Cold The wind blew cold upon our faces, we turned our heads towards the east eyeing a muted sun, clouds in their weary way sagging, formless: the moon resists it’s rising assent skyward. Oh orb, on which we stand motionless in spin, toss to our good graces a stitch of time, that we may find solace in our vacant hearts, that throb outside our chests, exposed to the elements of desire. The prayers to hope, that fall from our tongues, loosed in the mind, where neuro-chatter reigns as noise, heave sighs of wanting, deep cries and cravings long, the cold wind burns sharply against our skin, our faces recede. The lonely tracks that follow our footsteps radiate golden, a heavenly chorus of slighted souls weep aloud, your hand, cool with perspiration glides over to mine such an embrace is felt intensely, in silence and in awe. Eaten up in smiles, as wordless thoughts laugh quietly it’s a meal of granola bars and fruit splayed on a table water and tea wash away the throaty remnants of food as our eyes keep tabs on just what lies behind the surface. Not much in the way of small talk falls here but the words of repeated reassurances comfort we walk amongst the cars, the garage reverberates our eyes and ears attuned to our voices in space. There is a burning in our hearts of things undone love spills over the edge of our thoughts and sighs we remain in our niche, an adventure we crave our friendship is one that has thrown us far afield, untouched. 1/9/2016