Spring

It was Winter

and your kisses were the antidote to snow

Taste of Spring to come

melting on hot tongue

It was Winter

and I clung to the promise of

tomorrow on your breath

laid my head on your chest

set aside shivering fears

at rest

Then waking

frozen to the core

the hope of you

a distant fiction

fading before its time

sepia melting into white

dreams of dawn dissolved in darkness

I’m stammering goodbye

when you’ve already left.

That taste of Spring

the only treasure

left in the end

waiting for my time to bloom.

2 Comments »

  1. Chrisitna Said:

    hauntingly beautiful

  2. thealeticia Said:

    Thank you baby!


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