Monday, April 7, 2014

December Evening

5th December 2013

December evening
hangs off my roof by its toes
like dark chocolate
sadly sweet,
bored,
it ignores
those Christmas lights drowning it out.
Too inspired to spare me its charm.

I run away to warmer deceptions, to rainier indulgences.
I spend months
running away from your love

And you?

You run in the opposite direction, far,
far away from me,
But
you bump into me right around the globe
at the other end of another year, inevitably
shadowing my sun dappled skin.

We can’t run away from each other
I was born when you came
And you end at me
Till we start afresh
away from each other
all over again.

You're my December evening.

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