My cold eyes

An ice slope towers in front of us
And I like a coward climb it in white soaking wet shoes.
The showpiece of death freezes on my friends hair.
Numbness that came free with crisis,
Makes his Forehead sweat. My eyes become cold.

Walking to the top is must.
He like solstice spread like morning news.
The bulb of his childhood scat developed with care.
Numbness that came with lying,
Makes life miserable. My eyes become cold.

She lives on the cheek of aunt earth,
My mother made family with her
Wearing silk top and fitted trews.
All said and done, I don't want to share
Her beauty, the sweetest little angel.
The chambers of his heart and eyes become cold.

Now when I button my shirt,
I think of her when she took them off
While on her cheekbones my focus glued.
Sun only knows what's fair or unfair
The family of personalities living inside me
Have made my knees week and my eyes cold.

Did she engage with the hurt?
Any church would throw magic sand in the air
As clouds roar and lighting fuses.
She waits for me in a chair
On the porch of our capacious farm house but walking upto her aura she
Vanishes into thin air

13th January 2017