Throw-Back Thursday!

Frosting

Somewhy frost masks beneath thick layers of

Sun, somewho that freeze has formed upon,

Somewhere slushy ice we tread along,

Somehow the words blizzard our coffee beans

Strong. The bitter sips last far too long.

The glazier glass reflects the heavy night,

As his New England truths hail, pelt in to my soft spots,

Further than a knife. At first thought

My Fingers ached to dip in to the cream that foams use-

Less at the top of my clueless coffee,

But having gazed so long at the wind,

My eyes wrinkle with blacklist thoughts, shameless.

Painless, the awkward extensions of my-

Self, harmless once I discovered contentment,

Armless once I remembered to de-thaw

The jewel in my skull. Now my lips meet the

Plaster smoothness knowing I will be

Okay even if the coffee stains stay.

Sure the chilly truths feign generous

Tutors, and when both eyes blink awake

We shut them tight to avoid the cold, but

Human, peer past the gilded froufrou and

Like we do do discover that fairy

Tale pages may puke glitter and not suit you

With form fitting clarity and painless

Charity, yes, and once the frost settles

Deep in the skin, it happens that we grasp

At thin weeds and appear just as thin but that moment

Right then, we must pause and let our-

Selves wait. We have permission to spend some

Numbers, for by the next storm frost will grace,

Glitter, glide that little bit more each slip

Our bare feet slide and a smile may ride

Out the lightning words and that week’s poisoned

Soups. The questions will thunder of course but

We can prepare with sweet muffs and knit socks.

And if a hole peeks through the armor, pause,

Do not spiral in to the snow. Rather

Unbury the shocked limbs, and trudge to the

Thickest Tree; latch on with all fingers and

Breath in the strong bark. The wrinkles will

Lull the frost to slush, and for once, human

Eyes may draw crystal tears neither from death nor

Fear. Instead hold close, and remember the dear.

Somewhy thick layers of sun mask the frost,

Somewho that decides to lie down and sleep,

Somewhere we tread where we allow our feet,

Somehow the coffee beans blizzard our sense,

Some time the human will begin again.