Frozen Melt
Did the
darkness freeze you?
I can still
see your hands move,
One stretching
over your head
The other
stretching downward
The darkness
liberated you
My mouth
smiles
A laughing
lick
A sign and a
ponder
As again you
sweep my heart
And awaken my
wishes
You touch me
all over
as I watch you
touch
Yourself
Quietly
For now
I have been
quiet for a while
My thought of
you, however,
remain loud
and boisterous
You have long
been
Deep inside me
And now can
never leave
It is how I
like it to be
How I have
always wanted it to be
Now the
darkness freezes me
Until you look
at me and say join me
Tom Squitieri
Tom Squitieri is a
three-time winner each of the Overseas Press Club and White House
Correspondents’ Association awards for his work as a war correspondent. He
reported from all seven continents, always writing as a voice for the
voiceless. His writing and reporting have been published in an array of
newspapers and magazines. Tom has taken his love of storytelling to
poetry. His poetry has appeared in The Raven’s Perch, No Strings Attached,
Style Sonata and The Griffin’s Inkpot.
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Poetry