The States of Lovers

<p>A poem from my upcoming book FRACTURED PERCEPTIONS.</p> <p>My states of pining</p> <p>are a continuation with no rest stops &ndash;</p> <p>they flow,</p> <p>they grow,</p> <p>they sow rains where the clouds of the mind</p> <p>have made their home.</p> <p>And mine is the sunshine</p> <p>on a dry winter morning,</p> <p>when the ice puddles crackle</p> <p>under time&rsquo;s turning wheels,</p> <p>and children step on water</p> <p>that tucked herself in and went to sleep.</p> <p>My states of silence</p> <p>are an edifice,</p> <p>a silver chime caught in the play of the wind &ndash;</p> <p>they bend backward,</p> <p>they discompose,</p> <p>they turn into lovers</p> <p>where the hands lay with anticipation.</p> <p>And mine is the star</p> <p>that dies on a midsummer&rsquo;s day,</p> <p>when the air is warm and smells</p> <p>of dust and wildflowers, and the nights</p> <p>are cool and sing of shipless waters.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@m.utkovska/the-states-of-lovers-1626c07d8483"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>
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