Winter’s Touch
The beauty of the fire’s blaze summons us in
to rescue us from the icy hands of winter’s chill.
Cups of hot toddy sitting by your published book
of poems, opened to my favorite.

You bid me to sit at your side
and my pulse quickens.
My imagination runs rampant
remembering our times past.
How you touched my face,
your fingers lingering on my lips.

Oh yes!

And then I begged you to read aloud
once more my favorite, Days of Diamonds.
The words ignite the fires of my heart;
I beg for more of your lyrical verse.
You sing to me in sonnets,
You sing to me with diamond tenor,
You sing to me with soft caresses.
This is a night of perpetual,
unending love shared between us.

Impressum

Texte: (c) Serena Axel 2010
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 11.11.2010

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