Love and other rhymes

As usual as the new year begins I am wondering whether to do any acting, or put my nose to the grindstone and write. Feels like the first three weeks of the year has lasted for about a year already, for me at least, the snow here has gone and with it my house adorned with icicles as thick as my waist. The street was having a competition on who has the most and longest icicles, I won.

Well at least I have made a new friend which is somewhat of a new experience, a girl whom I wrote about in a poem years ago that was published and re-emerged in the poetry book I got together last year around about the same time as Adrienne and I's path once more crossed:

Survived some semi-holocaust of our own

that leaves no kisses on the air.

Only anxiety waits, hard g's upon the mainframe.

I watch the way you have gone,

only amber light shielding you in the night.

Every atom urges me on. I cannot urge like this

I cannot hurt like this alone.

But cannot speak. Nor spin.

I had forgotten the taste of kisses, of being held. I hope we see again each other, that our universes attract each other, tonight Adrienne seems a long way off, but my thoughts resound with her and my lips still taste of her lips.