the previous joyous nonsense
in flailing falling multitudes
ascribed no meaning
yet no less fulfilling
just to -tentatively- crash and crush
to look smiling
we cannot avoid this closeness
and I am glad

I disdain myself
to derive such pleasure here
from this detached intimacy
the best i can hope for

in the almost dark before morning
in that bitterest cold of night
my leaden limbs belie my tender awareness
piqued senses
heeding every muffled murmur
rasp and sigh and velvet growl
oblivious to me


(11th Jan 2008)

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