This poem illustrates the ultimate desire for a man to warm his lover's heart. |
Amidst the Winter's calmness shivers the naked trees as they are violently beaten by the chill wind under the darkness of a humming city My hands are clenched within hers as we slowly pace ourselves along the sinking tracks that resemble a buried sidewalk-- A truncated smile paints her face watching the colors of lights spark the homes with the snap of a gorgeous aurora . . . I gently kiss her rosy cheeks Her eyes gazed at the abounding stars above us-- "Why did you kiss me?" "You seemed cold, my dear." The haze lessened with her breath and she began to rub my hand with her thumb "I'm--I'm still quite cold." I did not hesitate to stop her . . . Kissing the crimson atop her brisk forehead we held one another letting the falling snow settle on top our perspiring coats and gently swaying together as the bells in the distance jingled and echoed and sang We both leaned ourselves back in one another's grasp-- Staring at the twinkle in her eyes I grinned in the manner of a deep feeling that could only be explained by the acts of vast lachrimosity . . . The dark figures in the distance resembled dead trees or an ultimate sword of Thor when trying to view it through the abate snow-- I removed my hand from hers and rubbed it past her right cheek . . . "You still feel cold." She admired my lips with a dreaming eye gesture that suggested a feeling . . . that I couldn't explain-- "I am quite cold-- quite, quite cold." At this I slightly arched my head and forwarded myself towards her face, closing my eyes more and more with each approach . . . We walked on together, Her head rested on my shoulder, And from that point on she remained warm all the way home . . . |