alone in the city
she stood at her window without her shirt,
i watched from below surrounded by snow.
even at night, everywhere was light
reflecting off her back revealed to her
waist. her hair pulled up, we stood like statues
for moments that felt like days. she never
turned to reveal us both. instead, with hands
over her head, she stepped into the dark.
|Are you cold? A reader who recently received her ESCAPE exclaimed, "These words are on fire!"|
This is one of 22 poems from my limited edition chapbook, ESCAPE. There are only 101 signed copies available, and more than 75% have already been claimed. If you'd like to claim a copy yourself (for only $10, including shipping to anywhere in the world), then send me an e-mail at email@example.com with the subject line: I Need an Escape. I'll send along information to pay either via check, money order or PayPal (whichever is easiest for you).
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When you mentioned the temperature my first thought was, LUCKY you, how can you complain about that being cold?!? But then I realized you were talking in Fahrenheit! :p Anyway, your poem was lovely, and I think it's finally time for me to grab a copy of your chapbook. Expect an email from me :)
What a beautiful poem, and a lovely thought to be surrounded by snow. Especially since it was 97 in my neck of the desert today.
Thank you for sharing it.
Just received my copy, Robert. Looking forward to reading it! Enjoy your week.
I hope you enjoy it, Andrea!
Thanks for reading and commenting (and buying, Cate)!
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