"blizzard"
blizzard.
the snow.
when winter’s slow kiss smothers,
i miss the quick lips of summer,
its tongue like an eager lover
in heat, naked, instant at my skin, burning at the porch door, some other
climate, some other
season, some other
childhood.
the snow.
when winter’s slow kiss smothers,
i miss the quick lips of summer,
its tongue like an eager lover
in heat, naked, instant at my skin, burning at the porch door, some other
climate, some other
season, some other
childhood.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016
A sensuous poem, but probably has other feelings
ReplyDeletein the lines as well. Very good write!!
Thanks so much for the compliment, Rose. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the compliment, Rose. :-)
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