January
The sweet aroma
Released from
The pores of the earth
As the frost
Steadily thaws and
Spring is made
Apparent, yet it is
But January
Love
I will love
You as long
As love endures
As a cliff
Resentfully juts
Out above
The sea.
I’ll find you
And I’ll search
High and low but on
The mountaintop I will
Find you waiting.
Do not leave me.
Look
Look out the window,
Look, it’s me,
Or my soul.
Look, it’s a popped
Balloon, hanging
On a dead branch.
Look, I saw your
Face today, but
Every time it wasn’t
You.
Look, my friends are in the crowd.
You
Blood vessels straining
You dare them to
Push their limits
I yearn with every
Inch of my body
Every breath,
Every thought,
Involves you.
Monet
Music on my eyes,
Relief, contentment
I am happy
Thank god,
finally,
A Monet.
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