Toes deaden.
Breath smelts to lead.
Hot needles dance in fingers.
Backs turn to snails.Ears hum coffee.
The fire swaggerswith logs
andwith a shrivela crack
a satisfactionyour simmer heart
sips
from high in the skya seething sleep.
(August Stramm)
More Poetry from August Stramm:
August Stramm Poems based on Topics: Coffee, Fire, Sleep- Primal Death (August Stramm Poems)
- Wonder (August Stramm Poems)
- Wounds (August Stramm Poems)
- Melancholy (August Stramm Poems)
- Angriff (August Stramm Poems)
- Battlefield (August Stramm Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Fire Poems, Sleep Poems, Coffee PoemsBased on Keywords: deaden, smelts, skya