Lifting the hello kitty band-aid you kiss my cuts
on the base of my hand.
Winter is about to wrap its hands around my neck.
And even your warmth against my chest and collar,
will not save us from the bleak season.
The trees are bare and spiny,
and the world is showing through a cool, green lens.
We're like an art film.
I poke you and pinch you,
my arms always find their way around your body,
because gripping onto you is what i do best.
My scratches and bruises do not put you off.
You bat away the bony fingers of this cold season,
capturing me and my heart.
We walk down the lush paths to the sunset.
fin. |
Submission Name: art film
