freezingzero

A dull flicker twitches in the corner of the dark, and no one near can hear it's plea, it's cry, it's yell, it's bark. The light, barely visible, the sound, barely there, while the bleakness itself, silences the blare. A slowly shimmering sign, like moonlight on a rippling sea, a wavering ray of light and sound trying desperately to be free. Free of the darkness that holds it so tight, a sign of a promise glows into the night. A grand beacon of pulsing light cuts the darkness like a knife, a jubilant shout, a brilliant splendor, blazing forth from what gave it life. Though small a pin it's as great as a tower, giving the

if our words held meaning how much meaning would they hold? if we tried to measure it would the meaning just leak out? perhaps we could put it in a cup instead. or maybe we are just mistaken if our words were vessels what is the form that they would take? how fast would our words travel, through the air or over the seas? i wonder how far our words would go. or maybe we are just mistaken if our words carried emotion what limbs would they use to carry? do they have two arms like us with hands and fingers to grasp it? maybe it would just drop the meaning we gave it. or maybe we are just mistaken if these words were the truth d

. how am i able to bottle our bodies and the blanketless between that holds only our breath as it brushes the seams of our blistering lips and battling tongues that form whispers and moans from our mouths as we merge, melting in with the other in meticulous meshing of skin- scented covers in armswrapping legswinding thrusting of lovers in words of contextual, sexual colors and syn- tax sonatas of textual mutters? how can i write the truth of embrace and the honesty of feeling your hands on my waist? and how can i spell out the way your skin tastes or the feel of my thighs pressing in on your face? i am not able to market such sighs

i sink in one foot at a time with the same anticipation i would have while stepping into the shadow of your naked body if you were standing in front of me i submerge myself in the depths of lonely night water hot with the scent of your breath if you were breathing on me instead of the steam that pricks my skin and rises like your face above mine would if you were here. i lay back slowly letting it run through my hair as your fingers would if you were here and it rises past my shoulders drowning them in streams of heat as you would with your tongue if you were here it encircles my breasts where your tongue would pai

your lips are salty again, and my heart beats faster. we\'re singing ontop of buildings to the clash, falling in love to the volume on the stereo. we\'re in the wind, upon horses hanging onto their manes. saddle-less and slow-ridden, over the grassy landtops and side the riverbends. in the beaches water, feet deep into the sand, music from the crooning of the waves, overlapping and crashing on the rocks. running further into the deep end, kneetops up high, hands reached up into nothing but the air. pull down the sky, pull down the blinds. in your arms, in your breaths, in your heartbeats it goes softer now.

my fingertips and hands make shadows in the dark night colors of the room, the text hangs out of the book like blackbirds in the morning sky. my mouth draws open so i can peel back the words, replay the moments and think about the best ones more. i still wait for someone to wait for me. at the end of the road and the beginning of another, with a swept up face and warm eyes. silent words but moving lips, cold breaths and warm hearts. arms catching every poetry from the slow body movements, the feeling of love in our stomachs, the touch of fingertips on the top of our ears. its slow love like paused reruns with overcasting f