She
She whispers to me
the sound of the spring snowmelt
She holds me
in a snow-chain grip
She loves me
I’m pierced by an icicle
I slide unhindered
on black ice beneath me
She whispers to me
the sound of the spring snowmelt
She holds me
in a snow-chain grip
She loves me
I’m pierced by an icicle
I slide unhindered
on black ice beneath me
Pingback: Only You – A Romantic Monday Post | Edward Hotspur
Thanks for that Edward
Pingback: A HEART BUILT FOR TWO – A ROMANTIC MONDAY POST | hastywords