Backward

What cosmic cruelty is this? The metaphors
Are out of joint. The one I love was here,
In rain, in biting winter wind. We sat
Outside with cigarettes, and shivered
As we told our tales, her flying hair and
Frozen cheeks more beautiful than those
Of any summer princess I had seen. Her
Cackle, fiercer than the wind, could make
Me warm, despite the cold. We kissed
Before we went inside, where others, who
Were not to know, were waiting. Three
More days of storms, and slipping out for
Cigarettes and kisses, came, but, now,
Without the wind and when the sun is
Strong, when every poem ever written has
The better weather symbolize the joy that
Was, the one I love again has gone away.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-02-22 at 12:46

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