It creaks,
drifts have rubbed the air raw
it crunches
as if some large beast were walking
over the packed snow.
All night listening had to
it could have been a robber
an ice-cold housebreaker
I can't sleep
when the night walks like this.
They say
there are lots of frozen people
dying somewhere,
I imagine the wind carrying their last words
across the empty fields,
they are going somewhere
and I don't think it's anywhere good.
Get up
stare out into the black,
outback
the bare-boned trees
rattle leafless twigs like dentures
all buried now
in the heaped and falling.
Morning slides in stiffly
dragging light
over the dark stained ice.
Then a late sun opens wide a white sky
pretty now.....yes it’s all lovely
of a sudden.
I look for foot or paw prints
listen for the creaking's
there are none
the recently dead
also
are soundless.
Once was I kissed by my neighbours wife
Bringing me back from death to life
While slumbered still I sleepily lay
Suspended serene 'twixt the night and the day
A housebreaker moon in a bullshitters night
Where she took and she gave
Memory of how our lips became slaved
Resistance got broken as I lay on that couch
Secret remained in the twist of our mouths
Ever since then I've been courting the myth
For only the want of a neighbours kiss
Eyes in the shadows saw that loving exchange
And never betrayed us and nothings since changed
Wandering around , besotted like this
To see the wife of my neighbour
And boy, can she kiss!
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