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Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I
algid daggers of night
slice me from dreams
into dark reality
numb fingers fumble,
feeling for time
among shed comforts
brumal floor touches toes,
feet flee, phantasmal
memories muffling breathe
II
woken by the absence
of the human flame
that flickered away
joints crackle, breaking
dawn's fickle grasp
upon robins' racket
flocculent fleece flows
from my chilled bones
to your slumbering chest
III
eyes flutter to fantasy
of warmth and safety,
leaving sleep behind
hands still entwined
among soft sheets
pulsing with sanctuary
silent exhales' lullaby
leaves a silken trance;
hearts rest in time
-Eliot Kurfman
algid daggers of night
slice me from dreams
into dark reality
numb fingers fumble,
feeling for time
among shed comforts
brumal floor touches toes,
feet flee, phantasmal
memories muffling breathe
II
woken by the absence
of the human flame
that flickered away
joints crackle, breaking
dawn's fickle grasp
upon robins' racket
flocculent fleece flows
from my chilled bones
to your slumbering chest
III
eyes flutter to fantasy
of warmth and safety,
leaving sleep behind
hands still entwined
among soft sheets
pulsing with sanctuary
silent exhales' lullaby
leaves a silken trance;
hearts rest in time
-Eliot Kurfman
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