Air blows cold in the summer against the flow
And still inside the confusion continues
in the dead of winter
To blow colder still from within
Her ice blue eyes outlined by the pain
Make her fierce gaze
Force the icicle through my heart
Like a toothpick
Easily piercing the hard boiled egg
Once it's peeled
Like the grape that can be
Squished between the toes
Making wine
Mixing with the slime
We bottle it all up
And save it for a later day
And say what we imbibe
Tastes good with age
And talk about the flavors
And unaware of the secret taste,
Toe jam
Grape Jelly
On toast
As we toast
To the chill that melts
With time
It's how water
Turns to wine
Drink her forgiveness
It must be spring
The stone over the tomb of her heart
Must be rolled away
To reveal
Nothing
Something missing
Is good when bitterness has left
And the fresh air smells
Sweet…
Brown eyes for pools
Gaze with softness
As the mud of the earth
Gives promise to feed the seed of love
Hope for new life in her soul
And I realize
It's not just her
It's not just you
It's all of us
Who need to save each other
With only the forgiveness we can offer
And the bitterness
Only we can let go of
And no other.
