I'm counting
with a smile.
As each drop of
honey flows
and flickers.

Mixing and turning
with each grainy
smack I grin.

Memories seem
to warm the soul,
like a heater
to my bare bones.

I feel like summer
in a green empty
field.

Only to find myself
holding on to the
red hot poker that
stabs at my heart.

But all I can do
is hold on.
And smother all
the warmth against
the cold world.

04/26/2010

Posted on 04/26/2010
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