Once again I scribble with pen
To make sense of our dysfunctional relationship.
You come and go at a whim
I thought this act finally ended.
You say I left?
Not true!
I have always needed you to guide me home.
Yes, sometimes I ignore your plea to feed the hunger of
words unknown.
Today you chill my bones,
Warm up my tongue
To speak so I may be found.
But the doors of my car where I hear you in this song
Lock
Jam
Stick
It is so cold outside.
You whisper for me to stay.
I wonder if you mean it.
The windows fog as I realize I am in a precarious position--
Poetry, just kiss me.
