atmosphere
last night's crown
of wet fleece
tickles my nose
and melts
over your soul of coals
my cheek stings
with a kiss of snow
my back
remembers your curve
my arms become
your atmosphere
of wet fleece
tickles my nose
and melts
over your soul of coals
my cheek stings
with a kiss of snow
my back
remembers your curve
my arms become
your atmosphere
posted by Yes at 3:49 AM
9 Comments:
oooh... 'my arms become your atmosphere' is a great line!!!
A wonderful atmosphere to be wrapped up in!! Excellent as always.
Gracie--Thanks, I'm glad you liked it! I appreciate your comment...
Pat--Thanks for the compliment!
The atmosphere in your poems is delightful, too...
hi firebird... just resurfacing momentarily to warm myself by the fire of your words. thanks!
ss- Great to see you back...hope you are nice and cozy now!
yes firebird, i am most definitely. thank you!
lovely...
sage
I do like reading what you write.
ss, sage, mb--thank you, thank you, thank you!! Love you all...
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