A cold day in December
Ice on the ground
Snow covers skeletal trees
Wind picks up a speed
blow wherever it please
Hands on the windowpane
Fingernails scribbling your name
On a frozen sheet of glass
And you out there
In the cold looking up.
Snowflakes on your face
Head position to the right,
motioning me to come outside
Observing your lips
I read the words
“ I love you!”
from the mouth
My heart is warm
And I come out
I come out to taste
Your wine chill lips
It's poetry!! I'm glad you didn't listen to that teacher...I'm finally getting back on track, as well. Beautiful imagery, lovely.
ReplyDelete"Your wine chill lips" - love it
~Bonnie (bwlight)