#992294 added September 4, 2020 at 2:57pm Restrictions: None
September frost [212]
September frost
Alone on the 4th waiting for the clock to sound:
4 bells, 4 chimes, 4 thoughts that toll to comfort me.
The number for death and diamonds; how carbon, squeezed
into its ultimate form, shapes the lives we dance
in a shout and a twist. Oh sweet deliverance!
Strip my cold flesh and make of my bones a fossil,
worn on your chest, as warm as I will ever get.
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