Hot summer evenings, all I can think of is the cold. How much more can I crank up the air, how much cooler can I make this room in my head, my heart from overheating sometimes. And it might be as easy as our imagination allows us to be; for what are we if we can’t create this cool in our heads, invent such an atmosphere.

where love lies,
under this umbrella of light
I take shelter from the pouring
rain; the frigid night, frozen
hearts make it impossible to melt,
warm myself up to you.

we are the reason for dreams:
spectacular, unattainable, a
righteous place as heaven
underneath our feet…
yet we have forgotten,
walking past these walls
we are brought down so
ungodly-like that what
feeling of heaven there
is upon your lips,
slips into a tundra,
oblivious ice and ice
and more ice

-mr gahon 7/23/14


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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