The temperature expresses
the frame of emotion.
We the listeners
react like flower buds—
expanding, contracting
rotating trying to find the sun.
Yesterday I sheltered myself
from your frosty suffering.
Today your requisite need
for affection
consumes all the oxygen
in your proximity.
You regularly place
obstacles between us
(like the dining table longways)
to maintain distance.
That suggests something
unraveled your tether to love.
copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney
YIKES!! good poem. Dale
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