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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required winds chill the bones and rattle the teeth of the those who dare stand in the cold, when there's a shield blocking the chills, the cold seeps in; drowning me in a unbearable quilt of frigid cold. i can't escape. i try and i can't, i look for the one i see in my dreams when i sleep,and the one who appears in front of my eyes when i'm awake. his touch is warm and thrilling, his voice is like satin against the bare skin of a child. his hair is twisted silk, blond; shades of wheat that glimmer the sun's rays when the sun itself rains down upon him. it's him that appears to me when i sleep and again when i wake, the feeling of being watched is haunting; i feel as i'm trapped most days, with only my dreamer to talk to. only sometimes, i say. some say that one who talks to themselves is mildly crazy or just insane; that they should be locked up someplace where dreams are choking nightmares and warmth is sucked dry into chilling winds. turning bones into icicles and teeth into rattlers. that's what i see in the eyes and many faces of the people that pass me by, and see that i'm speaking to no one that they see, but, maybe, some one that i see. and someone i see is tall, strong, and exotic. hair; different shades of wheat, eyes; shocking and sad, and his voice, satin --soothing, soft like silk against skin. caressing it. this is who i see, it's who i speak to when i'm alone, and to whom i sing to. he is light and nothing bad can happen in his presence. he makes anyone feel special and intoxicates them with his luscious and enthralling scent. Mm .....pine and lilac; rose and freesia, lovely. it's a scent that should be bottled and sold, but also, not. it's his scent, and his alone. he seems like a dream, but at the same time, he seems real. maybe, he's an apparition of a person in the past and came to me seeking help, seems to be. whatever he is; i can't wait to see him again, tonight i will sleep. and i will see him reach out to me and hold me in his arms. singing softly in my ear. then i will wake, and he will be in front of my lids again. smiling a white toothed grin; both infectious and intoxicating; and reach for me. to most, he's a day dream. a figure that shows me what i want, but, it's hard to think logically about him. he's mine....my mate in a way. yes, my mate.
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