Bitter Winter, Sweet Embrace

Intertwined arms and legs in a too small bed, 

sweet closeness after bitter distance. 

The early morning light, pale and weak through blinds. 

A rare occurrence in the bleakness of winter,

with our warmth, a welcomed comfort.

A sleepy kiss, 

through half closed eyes, 

slowly, 

teasing, 

soft and true.

Four in the morning,

weak winter morning light, 

a kiss, 

Two, 

Three,

more and more. 

A goodbye in urgent kisses,

tangled limbs,

sweet nothings said

and made in love.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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