2011-7

Eridanus flows through the winter
skies, and a quarter moon hangs
overhead. Your breath and mine,
entangled frost in the air while
our gloves exchange leathered
whispers.

I want desperately to believe that
there will be another chapter to
this night, that the next snowfall will
not chase you further and ever
further from the warmth of
my bed.



Poetry by Minhocao
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Written on 2011-07-01 at 18:47

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
The imagery is dynamic, and yet somehow very serene. I love this poem, is it very expressive. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-07-01