With winter blowing in...  

With winter blowing in
and you still out there
willing yourself into the world
the city looms over me in two dimentions
you the absent depth

I wait wide eyed
for your arrival in the hours
I should use for sleeping

touch will be my rest
yours and mine, my sustinance
when we swallow each other whole

in the small hours of dawn

© 2007 Lara Thesenvitz