Snow Globe
We strip ourselves of all
These clothes
And lay them swiftly
On the armchair.
But only they will embrace
All night.
I still don’t understand your voice,
Dashing around the room
As if trapped inside a snow globe.
Your tears fall like snow,
You caress me inside your blizzard
And I’m shaken like the snow globe.
I lay wounding on your
Pile of tears, hoping for tomorrow
When our hands will stop searching
For one another.
The windows are closing up
On your last words,
Leaving yourself on the
Other side of the bed... on the other side of you.
Only our clothes embrace
For the night.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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