June 25 by Kathryn Bianco

June 25 by Kathryn Bianco

Lying on bed, sheet crushes my shape.

I don’t want a sheet.

Even though the air is fresh.

 

I am the only warmth within these walls.

I breathe out that smoke, that once amused me;

A merciless reminder.

The moisture escaping my mouth, still I salivate.

 

Someone once told me I moved lots in my sleep,

From foetal position,

To stretched,

Stiff, to liquid.

 

Maybe my dreams are a constant search

For warmth –

Maybe when it gets too hot, I fear the fire.

 

Maybe I’m an ungrateful human being who doesn’t appreciate the present:

Wants summer in winter, wants winter in summer.

I don’t know. All I know, is that right now

It is Winter.

 

This poem is one of the chosen entries for DESA’s Valentine’s Themed Poetry Competition.



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