Terminal Burrowing Syndrome

by hiraeth   Dec 9, 2016

Come winter -

the kindled fire wouldn't burn hot
enough to keep us warm on the days
sweaters couldn't cling to our skin
tight enough;

like you, it knew nothing of symbiosis.

the nestled songbird that rests in your bosom
becomes mute on the first sighting of
December's vortex -
swallow'd regrets of immobility;

like you, it was meant to migrate.

lining your ribcage with kisses,
and tracing your nape into your ridge
where your roots amalgamate
into a river of warmth

that was not mine to swim in.

the first snows crept in waves,
washing over knitted subsistence
blanketing you with
tender verses woven into
a sanctuary, addressable only
by whispers to the western wind.

frigid was your body,
when the second wave of
December's vortex came,
springing your fight-or-flight
instincts -

unlike you, flight was never an option.

nesting with you

(our skins bare under
a cavern of comforters,
while winter covets
the land around us)

was the plan.

love is symbiosis -

that means stripping skin off flesh,
when you're in need.


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  • 1 year ago

    by ddavidd

    I add this poem to my favorite.

  • 1 year ago

    by ether

    this is just great.

    I almost feel as though
    this comment is to be typed
    with shortened lines
    as the flow of the poem
    is still in my mind.

    Sometimes I feel as though your words are almost written for me which is really neat. I resonate deeply with so many of these little themes. Especially as I'm about to give a talk on endosymbiotic amoeba, and having learned extensively about the sympathetic/parasympathetic nervous systems. And especially as I have taken flight so many times in my life. The last line is so very morbid and also a bad habit I have, picking dead skin.
    God, I love this so much. Also, get out of my head haha.

    This has too much emotion to be in the misc. category but I can see why you had trouble placing it anywhere else; it is sorrow, nature, and love all blended together. My favourite themes.

    Sorry for the unrelated rant, I can't really pick any flaws in this at all.

    The use of the word "amalgamate" and alliteration on "western wind" were particularly enjoyed.

    ps. congratulations on the win.

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Fantastic piece, well done on your front page :)

  • 1 year ago

    by ddavidd

    Congratulation to you too dear Senyru.
    Also so wonderful to have you as a mod.

  • 1 year ago

    by hiraeth

    Thank you guys <3

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