. SnowFog .
. it cycles and begins again there are differences each time we had been together .
. the memory of where and when is disturbingly unclear occasioning unease .
. there had been warm and subtle moving light in yellows reds orange warm heat .
. we had been close together the scent of her still present liquid upon my lips .
. it is the beginning that memory of heat it begins again I am naked unadorned .
. no gold hooped lobule and helix nipples erect pointed in clench still ringless .
. there are no muted by bright white this current place swarmed blue butterflies .
. this place is a glow of white grey blues black this place has no warmth no heat .
. colors here are supposition a hoped for longing longing now is this place I hold .
. it continues a repeat with difference each occasion thousands now cold home .
. I seek my source of wonder she is out there somewhere around buried shape .
. lost loving girl .
. it is day or night indiscernible she will not last I hurry on voiceless hard winds .
. shrieks torn heart break throat raw silenced footsteps slow blood flag passage .
. no hope in this repeating blur landscape feel myself lifeless as well in separation .
. sprays of black my valued shade of crimson life cast mute in abandon kick snows .
. it cycles in this manner with each repetition she left she left behind what longs .
. it repeats with differences in the shape of the snow the humps of drifts the wind .
. it curves wrapping heartfelt yet heartless my blood is black footprint markers .
. it shapes clean white sheet fogged unmarked as yet fresh driven unsatisfied .
. she rose clothed bundled departed singular stonily wandered into storm .
. woken I search knowing always that knowledge that burden of presence I am .
. stripped exposed seen a shadow now in drifts of Kelvin white grey blue black .
. frozen .
. it begins again .
© Amanda 2011, 2012, 2013
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