All The Cold Places That Long To Be Touched.... Poem by Minnie Gehrig

The goddess
walks into a room
of red
n unravels
white see through
seams
n stares blankly through a window
sells the moon her dreams,

n the stars fall
like diamonds
she doesnt wish though

she lets them fall
they slip through her fingers like water
like love
she knows they cannot be grasped
there is no forever
just moments ticking

like the wrinkles beggining to creep on the sidelines
of her face,
she sighs,
she smiles anyways,

Naked before the moon,
n wishes she could sit so still
forever,
n feel the sun creep up n warm,
all the cold places
that long to be touched......