Words: Of clouds and cold kisses

These days wear thin
Not space enough
for breath nor body
nor saving face
Cold evening comes
Its kisses
light with fog
Misty-eyed
steps through the gloom
Breathing
just breathing
Only just
remembering
to breathe
remembering
a day when blossomed
fullness
eased a soothing touch
across the sky
in tufted light
The grass soft
beneath
the exuberant sun
and calmness
as I counted clouds
Naming every one
an animal
a memory
Visions
of vapour made

I grew
too wide
too deep
too full
to be contained
by any
sanguine day

Yet now constrained
night at my face
reversed
I long to expand
once more
into ripeness
fulfillment
expression
so much wider
than my being
louder
than my words

No, evening
rest a little
you shall not hold me
in crushing embrace
Your cold kisses
are no match
for my sun