Winter’s Fire

White blanket bite bound me,

Winter’s frigid jaws closing tight,

Gloam grim gelid rime patterned

The broken window opaque,

And only in my heart,

The fevered warm fingered touch

Of lips ignited by the thought,

The blood pounding

Heart thundering

Conflgration kindled

Thought of you,

Warm limbs entwined,

And all things cold, and dark,

Constrained to the fire’s edge,

Orbit to the bright burning

Maelstrom of your love.

© Greg Richards

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