Archive for November 25, 2017

november

november gets at me,
eyes tired of the lamplight;
you’re not much better too.

wait with me until spring
and bed with me, closed curtains.
expect no more than warmth.

warm nothing more but me
and don’t give in to leaving.
november gets at us.

accept. let go. be tired.
condensated under hail
are our frosted windows.

%d bloggers like this: