Cold Wet Couple
for D.B.A.

what we have, nothing more
than a walk across thin ice

thin skin of a lake, in winter, to walk across
precarious walk, her hand in mine

one minute together, next minute, separated
one or the other, fallen through

why are we not more firmly attached
securely connected

this the love I sing of from roof tops

my love for her, all I am able to boast of
speak of, not hers for me

what she feels for me, unclear to me
unknown to me

in the dark about it
try to move about, bumping into things


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
8:40 p.m. 31.10.10