when I listen to the vanishing resonance
of your voice, mixed with my blood,
still flowing, still vibrating, still alive,
you say no more…
when my eyes go blind
and I am lost in darkness,
travel with granules of shifting sand
across the roof of my heaven,
let the silence be my guide….
when my nights are long and the days
are identical twins, the rolling fog
is only one item on the menu,
I must feed on it until I vomit,
until the winter solstice,
until you’re gone…
© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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