Wednesday, 11 December 2013

December's Dream

The scent of your gossamer locks
distilled by the December deluge
infuses with the damp fabrics
which cover your soft winter skin,
it reaches my nose at the exact moment-
your red wine breath whispers
in tired susurrant tongue with chapped
cherry lips, biting back the
lullabies to lure away sleep
and I don't know where to rest
my eyes, ears, or nose,
so settle for your shoulder
and shelter from the cold.

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