A Winter Wish
Pen pals from the very start
scented paper and feathers of pink
inside a pre-kissed envelope of white
You, writing about the taste of Trinidad
by the sweet-burning smoke of a pipe blend,
me, whispering to you about the beauty of a snowflake
as it comes swiveling down from heaven;
Letter writers of ancient times, hoping for love's arrow
You, singing a Christmas Parang in a Trini voice of honey
me, with my faux fourrure and Christmas boots of leather;
Lovers yet to be my love but if this year I get my winter wish,
I will meet you by the Pigeon Point, on December 29th,
with a glass of rum in one hand
and a plate of festive rice on the other
Together we will melt the last glacial memory
from our burning waiting hearts.
December 7 2021
Meaning of Fourrure / french word for fur
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021
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