A Winter’s Night

The thought of you lingered in my head.
Taunting with the soft of white lines.
Contrasts against the dark of the bed.

The night fell hard, hard, hard;
cold air brushing the skin’s blush,
delicate as fingers down sweet curves.

Quiet walls echoed with gentle breath,
reflections of the feathered noise that
once rose to a pitch as a fever.

Dreams came, firm as they ever were,
with nectar fill, and honey dew,
rich perfumed, and ecstasy deep.

The morning finds me with parsed lips,
and a gasp for the empty of air.
The thought of you lingered in my head.

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