Disoriented by times kiss,
Did I know you would leave me like this?
Dangling sleep where iron curtains play
Dangerous games before the dawn,
Demanding little, but my presence,
Don’t forget the past we leave behind,
Deepening winter, breaking, breaching,
Devouring a little more each moment,
Damned I’ll be, and damned I’ll fall,
Decembers call freezes and thaws,
Do the dalliance again, hold a promise,
Darkness warms the hours away.
Poem © Phen Weston 2014