Friday, 10 June 2011

SUMMER SOLSTICE

nobody could touch me now
my skin would burst like glass


nobody could talk to me now
the words would cause a 
thunderstorm inside my head


nobody could love me now
my heart is spiked with frost


my legs are too weak 
to carry the weight 
of missing you


I envy the birds for
their unburdened flight
as the pain of the height
of summer without you
cuts through my body

Waking up