Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Curled In Winter's Arms

i feel this wind
encircling me
as darkness arises

my only wish
...to feel your lips
brushing against mine

...your breath
softly falling
as your fingers
trace against flesh

instead of winter's touch 
that has me wrapped
in the curl of its chill

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Ann Foster January 7, 2020 at 9:45 AM I hate the cold. I get this on so many levels. Well written. Powerful. Yet, so sad... Ann Sandra Adams January 7, 2020 at 10:21 AM Thank you... sometimes you need to draw thoughts to warm you beneath the touch of winter's hands... hugs

Vijay Pandit January 6, 2020 at 8:07 AM Lovely poem, as always Sandy--wind was gusting here in Maryland as well yesterday. Sandra Adams January 6, 2020 at 10:09 AM Thank you Vijay... you then know from experience how this poem came to be... those winds were brutal... glad they are gone now... hugs

Chris Green January 6, 2020 at 7:52 AM Such a gorgeous poem of love and desire, your pen leaves the most alluring words and thoughts behind for us to find. Beautiful my friend...sigh Sandra Adams January 6, 2020 at 10:08 AM Thank you Chris for brightening my day with smiles... it was very windy here yesterday and the cold wind cut write through you if you were out in it more than a minute or two... Good Morning my friend :) hugs XoXo

Charles Messina January 6, 2020 at 7:30 AM So beautiful, Sandra. May you be blessed with hundreds of kisses, well at least one for each of those cold days (lol). Wonderful poem! Hugs and kisses (lol) Charlie Sandra Adams January 6, 2020 at 10:06 AM lol Thanks Charlie... it's cold here today but not as brutal without those winds we had yesterday... Hugs XoXo :)

Constance La France January 5, 2020 at 11:30 PM Sandra, your words are beautiful, you paint a picture of great need and love, well done _Constance Sandra Adams January 6, 2020 at 4:08 AM Thank you so much Constance :). Hugs

Caren Krutsinger January 5, 2020 at 10:29 PM Delicate yet amorous and full of imagined imagery. Lovely. Sandra Adams January 6, 2020 at 4:06 AM Thank you Caren. I was trying to work on a form for a contest. Wasted hours and came up empty. This was all my muse would give me :) hugs

Harry Horsman January 5, 2020 at 10:03 PM LOve this poem, Sandra, so visual when the imagination takes over. I wonder if winter's arms are physical?... Sandra Adams January 6, 2020 at 3:41 AM Thank you Harry... that wind sure was brutal as it often is in winter .. so perhaps it is :) hugs