blue hour

your departure left an imprint fragile slip of a dried flower I keep revisiting behind the glass of my memories frozen in time like your smile blue like the submerged ice on a glacier goodbyes are always deeper than they seem layers of emotion warped…

Poem #1: Shapeshifter

Sometimes I wish I could melt like ice And then freeze back together To form a new shape. Then when things got too hot I could take a different shape And start again.

Ice.

Dear the boy with eyes so crystal blue, I couldn’t help but fall into, I wish you’d had a warning sign, “I’m not worth wishing you were mine”, For frozen lakes look pretty too, But one dip and you will freeze right through, Now I wonder…

The Winter’s Breath.

The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light./ To what and to whom does one say yes? You stumble through the winter’s breath, Ice cold kisses on rose red cheeks, Footprints…