green to fall.

Green to fall – much to be discussed,
she whispers, trying to remember her sounds –
How long since it’s felt right on my lips?
Grey to pink – I found your warmth, ah…
There it is. To speak again, gather that
warmth to let it spill – you’ll feel better,
Fall, fall, fall – too cold to breathe, is that
smoke or my breath? I have no hair -
fallen as the leaves, I cut to fulfill -
feel more like me, she whispers, fingers numb
and lips sticky with frost – remember?
so much concrete she stares at, huff,
puff – too cold to stay sane, alive – pink!
find me in this city, giant plucked and placed –
I, no, no face. Don’t I know you, mister…?
roots. I need roots. Water, partner, amie,
anything besides the cold – or is it smoke?
Here the skyscrapers turn their backs,
and somehow so do the people. Hiding gazes,
where – did you speak? This frozen city
has not welcomed me, or perhaps I see
too much concrete and not enough flesh.
we must always dodge the piercing
winds and howling glances.