Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Perfect Snow


The joy of cleaning windows is that I
see the dirt you leave behind  
Like your treacherous torso,
a winter of discontent stretches before me
You smile and I bleed unseen blood on snow
peaks of perfectly reconstructed teeth

Between fluorescent smiles of unblemished
brightness, red lips poised to sing:
Merry Christmas darling mine
I am a man with bruised insides and misled toes
‘Pity time does not always announce a
change of plan while you get central heating

in your extremities. Your blue Xmas
offering I watch with new eyes
and a hardened heart. Just don’t
get to the black ice beneath the snow, be careful
Caution left this home of unbridled lust
Sold to Ebenezer scrooge, the reason

love is a four letter word. 

©Adura Ojo - November 29, 2011

Romantic Friday Writers asked for responses to the image in the post. 'Romance turned sour' were the images that came to mind;) Pls pardon my posting early, got my hands full Friday/all weekend:) ‘Shared with OpenLinkNight Week 20 at dVerse Poets Pub.