clink, small ice cubes

fall and bounce
and sound pleasant
reflecting the light

my eyes burn
my throat burns

the moon wavers
like a carousel
(i empty the rest
of the glass
in the sink)

with a hand
on my wrist and
a tongue on my cheek

you are submerged
in my tears;
fevered and sweet
gliding on the surface

(a drowning swan
shaped from thin ice

we sob in the darkness
and taste in the light)

Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2009-03-31 at 11:25

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
I am kicking myself
for not having read
your wonderful poetry before

The images you create....WOW!


your choice of words takes my breath away. Terrific piece!