
I try to touch you
in the weak light of dusk
My cells still tingle
yet you pull away…
Too hungry, too tired
too full of food
too much else we need to do
These things they kill me
These things
are killing me every day
I’d like to kiss you
on the slow walk to our place
I feel nervous
I know you’ll turn your cheek
accept a kiss there
but no more on your lips
Too much coffee, or garlic
too dry or too sore
too much else to be done
These things they kill me
These things
Are killing me every day
‘Sweat it out’
I’ve been telling myself
She’ll come around
I’ve been hard-selling myself
I’ve been doing that now
O, I don’t know for how long
Sweating it all out
for so long
O, it kills me
all these things
that it takes
All these things
that I need to survive
but I’ve sweated it all out
and I need to survive
I just need to survive…
[2009]
Thanks for reading.
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Good to see that you did!
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Thanks Peter. It was touch and go for a while there but I made it 🙂
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Sad and beautiful at the same time. I love the rhythm of your poem.
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Thank you Ingrid! Sad and beautiful was definitely the only way I used to see the world, thankfully that has changed in the intervening years. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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