Your velvet breath
is the soft cover
for the broken seasons
the fondling of
your cottony fingers
is the salvaging cure
for the gashed green
the remembrance of
your warm kiss
is the refreshing trace
on the faded cheeks
of passing days
and
I am the cold scar of
last slap left
by the howling wind
in the numbed face of
final day at the autumn’s last gasp
Bizim Art 