my love
has always been
quiet
paw prints
left new
on freshly fallen
snow
shadowed cutouts
upon
the gauzy glittered mat
the chill waft
of the
incoming storm-soaked wind
cooling the beads
of summer sweat
on the shoulders
of the worn
the sizzle of the
kindling
feeding the
small fire
constant and
dependable
the gift
subtle
yet generous
perhaps
this is why
i am flummoxed
peace
meets peace...
and the world
turns upside
down
the passion ensuing
the blizzard
brilliant and dangerous
phenomenally blanketing
all in crystalline
splendor
paw prints lost
tenderly forgotten
during kisses
long
urgent
and soft
the warmth of hearts colliding
thunderous crackles
the branches shaking
to keep from roots
dislodging
as torrents
pelt
the peasant ground
we splash in muddied puddles
laughing
in hysterics
because
why not
your hand in mine
flames flickering
upward and
outward
silver slivers
tinted white
golden blue sparks
splintering the darkness
there
is
a blaze
and we are
the old
the dying
curling into
smoke
burning to ash
ultimately
rising
anew
my love
has always
been quiet
until with you
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I can’t wait for winter again, thanks for reminding me.
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