outside edges
[from Misconfigurations of Love – poetry]
i walk the outside edges tonight
seeking a warmth
stars are hidden by smoke or clouds
with the hazy coming of winter here
and you have still not arrived
though my prayers are swift
true and pure
it is me that still needs tending
in the burning desire
that turns in on itself
11-6-13
image: creative commons usage – lite-bright art
