Radiant Heat

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 24 April 2008 at 8:40 am

You tell me who
you are
in small ways

Not what you say
but when

I feel you
even after you’ve gone

The waiting hurts
like someone is
pulling something
out of my middle
by degrees

There are
three cures
You
Time
or Death

I’m still deciding

(D. James)

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