From NASA with love for Christmas: skin like ice like sun-melt

Frank Prem

flesh

 

my flesh

 

like ice
is dried
and broken

 

let my humors
rise
run free

 

a-floating

 

frosted sand
and crackled skin
I lie exposed

 

waiting
I wait

 

sun
come melt me
down

 

sun come melt me
down

 

sun
come melt me down
and down

 

down again

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 25th, 2018 04:27
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    You in a heatwave there? (so I hear). UK not snowy, but damp. A little chilly, but not severe.

    • Frank Prem

      Yes, Orchy, heatwave just beginning here. Like snow persons in the sun, we commence melting, just about now.

    • Goldfinch60

      May your melted self flow into new wonders.

      • Frank Prem

        Down all the channels of new productivity, GF. Thank you. Hope the festive season is all you could hope for.



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