Unused for a year
Purpose no longer fulfilled
Heart lies in the bin

Black ice coats pavements
Sliding through the city streets
Longing for wild snows

Anticipation
Like cutting into meringue
On a Key lime pie

Finding rainbow’s end
Hoping you’d be there waiting
Alas only gold

Were I to possess
Your skill at disappearing
I’d use it for good

Did you ever dream
Here where light splits frozen sky
Chilled lips pressing mine

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At times found reading
Under gentle shade of trees
Finding there beauty

The fear of losing
Not what we already have
But all that might be

You look wonderful
I open my mouth to speak
“Wow that’s very pink”

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I’m such a moron sometimes. 

Knowing when to jump
Before water gets too hot
Lulled by deadly warmth

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Reading this again, felt inspired. Thank you John.