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Winter Sun

1 December, 2012

Winter sun
Bright, crisp, promising warmth
But the heat does not come
The ice does not clear
And the low sun sinks

Hands in gloves
Clap and rub
Hide in pockets
Wish for other hands
To keep warm

One bare body
Under cool sheets
Reflecting its own heat
Wishes for another body
To keep warm



From → Poetry, Relationships

  1. TheOthers1 permalink

    Tis the season to share the warmth. I enjoyed this.

  2. I am getting you an electric blanket that talks for christmas!

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