letters (I write your name)

your name bleeds
from my fingertips.
frozen solitude of letters
attracted to the paper:
virgin and asleep, cold and breathless.
gray shadow,uninvited presence,
bites a mouthful
of my day.
I try to decipher meaning
from the gravity of the echo
that vibrates
in my solar plexus,
like a violin, playing in the wind.
broken notes undress me
to the bones,
as I see them,
bleached by the elements,
scattered far in time.
sharp icicles of loneliness
float in my veins,
my mind stretched between
the ocean and the sky.
vertical…
vertigo…
lightheaded…
I write your name
on the water.

© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya