Like your fingertips in winter
Like your chilled cheeks at dawn
Like your glazed eyes late night
All it is, is numb.
While the rainwater is rising
Above your knobby white ankles
The streaks of color
Are dripping from your white-knuckled fists.
Your heart will race
As the goblet runs dry.
Your lips will be chapped.
The kaleidoscope color
Stolen from your eyes.
But no,
The hands moving over you,
You will not feel.
Your calloused fingers
May twitch and curl
But you are numb.
But you will heal.
Eventually.
Like a half-written equation
Or the leaf that's yet to fall
You are incomplete.
Like the poem missing a stanza
Or the kiss without love
Awaken from your slumber.
Feel.
Rise.
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