The Big Thaw

with our words
flowing, fluid
back and forth
the stories, theories
arguements and ideas
every word
a breath of fresh air
and together we
can suck the pain
out of the space
floating in between us

and a
shared
hand-rolled cigarette
bed-side, post-ride
tastes like
perfection
for those
ten minutes
eye opened
wide

and reality
seeps its way
back in
uninvited

you've got your
paper and pencil
sketches exploding
i've got my
paper and pencil
avalanche of words
we like to play with
creative suicide

and so our
eyes glisten
back and forth
at each other
iced over
but thawing
bits and pieces
at seeing ourselves
reflected.