Poems from piccolodian
With the skill and precision demanded of my hands
I cut and I probed with practiced dexterity.
A mere two years since I was no longer...
Pale blue lips
Like those secret winter days
When the frost on the windows
Melted under my breath.
I would wait for you,
Wrapped up in...
Even here
I am
A little more
Of a little less
Than over there.
And where,
Then,
Will it be less
Than too much
And more
Than too meager?
“To break the laws of nature” – What an idea!
For nature is not a suggestion, but a law
We obey.
If longing is not nature,
Then dreams are...
In the dark I huddle close
Within night's tight embrace.
I blow out the candlelight
For a thicker wrap, in case.
Eyes are open or they're...