Sunday, August 8, 2010


these days creep by in
hues of grey
and winter coats
as wind howls through
slowly turning leaves,
bringing pink out in our cheeks

coffee brews one wall away
as cold seeps through
an inch-open window pane
making sweaters do their job-
words flow quickly through
my fingertips to the keyboard
and the screen,
creating whirlwind worlds
as I hold my breath,
hoping that you'll call

whispers on the windowsill
sing secrets in my ears
as steaming cream-and-sugar coffee
finds its way through
just-parted lips,
dancing with tastebuds,
and ending in a sigh.
I only wish you could be here
to warm these icy hands...
soon, love, soon...

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