Sunday, December 23, 2007
Sweet Memory
Category:The air shifts
when the door opens
creeping down the hallway
on the jangle of your keys,
on the creaking of the stairs
under the weight
of your displeasure.
It moves around me
tentative, seeking
its grip coiling
around my throat
until air is just
a sweet memory.
That’s a nice poem. I like it’s tittle and also like to read whole writing. I will obviously bookmark your page. Thanks for precious post.
Posted by blizzerhall on 07/12 at 07:23 AM
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