Amer Jag

Rookie (05/4/1993)

Trudge By Amer Jag - Poem by Amer Jag

Unwrap my soul
shamefully touch it, make it shake
as a gentle fingers shake on cold breeze
of Russian winter, shake.
Admire it, and love it
for it is, your special present
for this night,
for this holiday of grieve, holiday of
undefined emotions and empty bottles of wine.
Lets make through the night
with laughing, laughing
on how different we are -
yet again, trudging through the same
wet and white paths of loneliness.

And when all passion for this night
falls into digestive remembering,
when silence shackles our lips
and only wondering glances start protecting
our infinite reality - please
make that move with your glasses
remind me of grumpy old aunts
and hold my moment of wit,
eternally, while your hairy legs
resist a burden of heavy ground.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

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