a whisper through ice

slapped her with a weakened hand
while she drank red
wine from a
borrowed glass, in
moonlight,
she got thirsty
for a walk, shattered
windows scattered
fog through
old furniture, she sat drunk
in dust,

sleek shape and a poverty
of shadows hid
her behind
portions of sliding windows
and pieces of
a smile,
eyes recited no emotions
fingers breathed no
words,

she untied him like laces
on discarded shoes
in forgotten closets, moth cakes
drip down
and are eaten by blind
mice,

cursed him in French braid and
tired mascara,
color thread in 
soiled
sheets lay on tarnished
brass and impudent
sex,
his green eyes closed from
scowls and
pointed
fingers,

he cried dreaming awake
in solace,
cradled his tears in
wrinkled skin, whispered
through icy grass
and cold
blankets,

she licked her lips drowsily,
moisture impatiently
awaited like
suitcases in a bus terminal,
he woke up then,
“the time for lies is
over”
‘cats prowl for blind mice
in alleyways’
she questioned in the usual way,
she sat there unresponsive,
his silence made
a sound…

Copyright © 06/19/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®

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2 comments on “a whisper through ice

  1. I love your style of writing!

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