Years and a day after christmas

[Sureme]

I take it with the question mark you want me to answer but first I'm not young and definitely not a pretender maybe foolish for posting, now what I mean is you laid your poem out as one long read no gaps between says 6 maybe 8 lines just one continue read no space to breathe but if you don't understand what I mean that's grand, as for holding the hand of the dying at my age yes in fact I have written about the sadness of those times but I'm going to stop now, happy new year

[The second]

you know nothing of my breath

[The second]

I don't know what you mean except you are young and a foolish pretender. Have you ever held the hand of a dying man?

[Sureme]

Great words but they need to breathe like gaps after so many lines if you know what I mean

[Parkinsonspoet]

Breath-taking

[The second]

YEARS AND A DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS

All the magic
Sweeping floor with electricity
The hard floor bearing
You a Soft opening
Lay your head here
Now that Christmas is gone
I can love you with wickedness
The scent of green pine
Falling needles quit
Snow hides my broken necklace
Mouth full of secrets
I can give what you expect
The gifts of danger, strangulation
Unwrap my garments with pleasure
I can show you light
After the silent night
Crystal strands of breath
Bow your drunken head
Set the pen
Alongside a candle lit desk
Write of those memories
Ones that brought children
Sheets with roses and tears
A song of abandonment
Long after midnight
Geese fly over my newborn son
Casting no shadows of fears
A daughter delivered on Sunday
Silver clouds and echoes
Misty city hospital lights
Years will follow your middle name
With lips pressed firm against her stomach
A heartbeat of concrete
Olive oil eggs and French toast
A cabin with frosted windows
Behind blue laced curtains
Shovel the stairs between the oaks
Kiss me again while I’m naked
My hands a vice hold your head
Your legs a pail memory
A frame of creation
I brushed a canvas with color
Poinsettia a flower
There is no mystery
In the way I felt you
The way I laid you
Gifts that you gave me
Words spoken like poetry
Hands pulled against our backs
Broken a chance of release
A cadence to climax
Pulsating away from darkness
And I awake a day after
Having nothing

Rds
The second