Gentle Breezes on a Crisp Cold Night
the cold wraps its arms tight about
each breath I breathe leaves its mark on the night
like a tiny fog for fairy lands
my breath drifts up
off
then away it goes
the wind that blows
pink on my cheeks
a whispered caress
from a lover's speak
yet no embarassment
the crisp chill in the air
becomes an embrace
welcomed
to this heated flesh
filled with desire for more
not less
the breeze
so cold
so crisp
so night
the breath of a lover
to spirit
to soul
lingering now about my neck
shivers run the thoughts in the mind
my ears hear the voice
of the day we met
speaking
so clear
gentle winds
on a crisp
cold
night
