My Last Memory: Cold

This is in fact a spoken word poem so the flow may seem off a bit but there is emphasis on words and points that can't be made by typing.

Crisp and cruel,
A mass cloak that blankets my figure
As if I had dove into a frozen lake.
Surrounding like a coat,
Penetrating like needles,
Injecting that numb feeling deep into every fiber of my being.
Like fangs sinking into my skin,
Spikes tearing into my lungs with each inhalation
Of the mid-western atmosphere.
With each breath of new wind,
I sense the alluring fragrance of fresh baked goods,
Causing my deepening hunger to bite more at the pit of my stomach.
Salivating like an animal almost at the thought of tasting of something so beautiful.
The distant blinking lights,
Those of a celebratory sort,
Causing me to squint to catch a glimpse
Of where I had stood before,
Right in front of your door,
Waiting to be melted by the warmth of your smile,
Welcoming as I am early and you are still making supper.
"Take a seat in here with me,"
You say.
I remove my coat and dance with the aroma of Your love as it
Permeates through this room like smoke,
Capturing me,
Sealing me as Your own.
Such a love that never turned me away,
Even when I ran off with another lover,
Used Your grace
And was unfaithful.
Ah yes,
Just like the first time we met was every moment we met:
Intoxicating.
Finding myself now ankle deep,
Catching the faint jingle upon the air,
Fading in and out of focus with my ears.
That one was my favorite I think.
I can't really remember anymore.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ruth]

Such yearning, a great poem love!
Would love to hear this as spoken word, would be fab!
You have a talent of expressing emotion in a unique manner
xx

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a great poem. Thanks for posting it in the group. I do think that the flow is off but the details and the emotions of longing for the one you love with the memories penned in give this poem a depth that many poems don't.