frozen
James Leeencased in ice
my fingers press
from inside
to outside
blurred street lights
muffled city sounds
around me
around you
iced slick pavements
snow piled high
marking weeks
marking months
beneath a snowdrift
buried and forgotten
reaching out
reaching in
words never spoken
frozen in place
from me
to you
grey winter air
weighted with silence
blown to sea
blown to sky
when spring comes
memories will transform
from ice
to water
boots will cross
broad black puddles
mirroring lights
mirroring faces
on your soles
in step together
from city
to country
spring showers fall
tangled in raindrops
tasting your tongue
tasting mine
grasses push up
crocuses bloom —
do you feel me
as I feel you?