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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