uche peter umez

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Waxing Cold - Poem by uche peter umez

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Glow
of candle
like watered milk, flickering;

moths,
motley-hued and
powder-winged, fluttering;

heart
taut, pulsating,
like a frenzied song;

tossing and turning
on the bed
that seems a rock on my bare back

as i wait
endlessly
for the fire of your fingers

to kindle
the embers within my heart

endlessly,
yet i wait.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 21, 2006



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