voice calling

stagger, slip, strain,
kiss.

still you know
your call,
calling out
that your call
has been unanswered,
being called out
on that lie
you spin
to keep you from your own disaster.

a voice
calling
in the wind,
you wind
the clock
for 10  more minuets of minute movement
moving instead
your head
to the lies of time now past.

his call
you cry
to know.
know now
the time past
the minute spent
whining
lying
in bed
calling,
calling for a kiss.

you stagger
toward warmth,

slip to sleep
straining to keep
from what you refused for years

from what is
naught now
because you cried
against the wind
"Not NOW!"
no where
you go.
go,
go now.


nothing to wear. you stare.
now
stand and bear.