BlogMas 2019 Day Five - Sub-Zero

I've had a winter,

The unprecedented ones,

The ones, after which you face, no qualms,

Adjusting to the banality of the next one,

The ones with exhilarating perilousness,

And an absence of commonality,

And, oh, the liability of the perfect!

The ones with no ambition,

With only the humour of expectations,

The ones that never make it to poems,

Because it's like blood,

For those with amnesic tastes & a middling craving,

The ones where the salt from their eyes,

Weigh in on the long letters,

The weight of which your postbox barely upholds,

The ones, that makes them wary,

Of where the urgencies lie,

The ones where you never have to choose,

The ones where the sunsets count, the breakfasts don't,

The stories count, the sex don't,

The looks count, the words don't,

The ones with porous promises,

And presents wrapped of lovelessness,

The ones where the blistering answers collar the questions,

And the questions are direly tacit, and abashed,

The ones where scars are satiny, and the incidents warming,

The fear narcotic, and the dreams....just dreams,

The ones that are a mess of first kisses,

With the remains of a last date,

The ones with pale skin under red moons,

With lost breezes, and the restrictive memories,

The ones with no pressure to find the switch,

Where the gripping lack of light, is just another colour,

The ones with an abundance of drowning,

And not much saving,

The ones where the ubiquitous is queer,

Where the eerie becomes home.

The ones without second chances,

The ones without that last goodbye,

The ones that are over, but never just,

The ones where pain is just a symptom...

Yes, I've had those winters,

And, they're just a decoration on my tree.

More tomorrow. Until then.

Artist: ZGG

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,

A.