EM BRACE


Winters bracing bite
hugs the Heart.

Sudden absence:
hunger without hope.

No more to hold thy Flesh,
no more to hear thy Voice.

I cannot touch Thee,
yet still I live and move.

From my Breast, a Breath
wraps thee in soft cocoon.

From my Eye, a Gaze
seeks an ember in deepest blue.

From my Mouth, a Word:
warm tongue in cold world.

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