Feel the ice.

 

the cold draft
sweeps in.
the piercing slick sheet
of sheer satin. a cutting
forbidden nirvana.


bliss because i feel.
skin tingle; hair
stands. i'm alive


are you?

can you sense the chill?
the ache that comes with
time and the life that goes by
too fast. much too fast.
[blur and gone
                     one,

                            two,

                                    three.

                                             gone.]

no you don't
i know you don't


that's why i'm alone. right
her and now - deafened by the
silent solace i once thought had been my forbidden
nirvana.


facade;
lifted.
it's hell/heaven/torment/bliss


since You do not feel:
not knowing (forgetting) how to
numb.
.happy


and i'm not.