Trapped In Amber

Trapped In Amber short poem

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All those times it seemed unlikely
for your body to hold together
your heart, bucking so hard,
speaking with someone in full
bloom of infatuation, the glint
of their smile, their clean animal
scent, candles flickering on windowsills

Outside winter is tearing twigs,
possum families are curled,
matryoshka dolls with naked tails
bedded in tree knots, stuffed
with duff and human jetsam
hot from all the bodies jammed
in their dormant loving domain

Clothing comes off layer after layer,
sweater and shoes then shifting
working phantom kinks out
until a shoulder massage is offered,
then the music gets very quiet
you vow to remember each touch
Braille spine and brassiere clasp
it’s tactile overload for a virgin

cars and engine clash
down in the switching yard a man
is trying to hop a freight
to get back to Chicago by Valentine’s
because his daughter’s birthday
falls in February somewhere
and he hasn’t seen her since summer

lateness seeps in like gelatin
quiet and body-warm sapping
any chance of passion with common
sense there’s class tomorrow
and a home town honey in Montana
those lips are going to remain unkissed
but winter nights have new meaning

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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