Where Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Where's the palm of a hand
To warm the lines against the snowflakes
To draw this love into a touch
And spill my heart across the rivers
Now frozen and flowless alone

Where are the lips breathful unpoken
What is the sound they're reaching for
That of my name tearing the night apart
To sew my morning smile

Where is he
Just where is he tonight
Tucked in his bed by an empty side
Or sleep walking through the stardust
To reach me out of time