december
so tough
on ears and throats
sore
with missing
each other’s voice
these toes
frozen and curled
under rough
silent blankets
of faraway and waiting
only our thumbs
warm warm
alive with
significant letters
filling
screens and
the meaning of days
“afflicted by love's madness all are blind”
and
I can’t see
those eyes
lip-reading my
xxx
(quote by Sextus Propertius)
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