FROSTED PANES

Frosted panes
Tell of a cold night
Chilling my heart
As I awake to a
Cold foot.
I’m alone
I’m missing you
But remembering
The warmth of your voice
The comfort of your laugh
I’m hot, but my skin cold,
Closing my eyes
You are here
With me
Under covers, bodies pressed together
As one.
Your hand reaches for my cheek
A caress that thaws
With a gentle kiss
To sweetly send me back to
MY DREAMS……………………

Advertisements

~ by lenswithlove on December 20, 2009.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: