By Martin Falatic
I pull the blanket tight against my chin,
Holding the wintry chill at bay.
Drifting between sense and sleep,
Thoughts fill my mind and take flight…
A wisp of your perfume kindles my spirit,
Bringing with it the memories we share.
The soft touch of your kisses, the warmth of our embrace,
A passion wrought under candles’ flickering light.
I remember those words,
So fragile and new,
Whispered, at once awkward and tender,
As we held each other thought the night.
– – – – –
Falling asleep, In my thoughts you are near,
Under quieting gray winter skies,
As the words we have whispered, enchantments so dear,
Escape in a hope-laden sigh.