Urgency of the Blizzard

Not even sure if this rhythm between
my thorax and lips counts as breathing

Eyes slub white of the skies
onto heart’hed carpet,
where stitched sinew will weave
infernal limits of our mortal limbs

Bogarted by biography baggage
of all the poetry joints, she walked into here,
began slinging ice and lemon o’er bitter embers

Kindle is not exclusive for reading on trains.
Suburban Phoenix stocks supermarket shelves
with nectar for gravel-voiced sirens, shopped
twin-flamed from a double-barrel shotgun, trigger

Soon,
aching flakes in blood-lit dark
dot spaces to top of staircases,
amber street light cracks snow-globes
tiny arms ready to embrace love’s longing,

Gentle breeze tumbles minute book shelf
pen waits to be unsheathed, cursor closes,
rage of the page, sun streamed chapters,
our eclipse is merely an ellipsis away

Thumbprints on coastal path
leave braille trails in the snow,
touch the land and feel
my whispers on your skin