To You
In a mustard colored mug
with faded purple grapes
mumbled breath that escapes
I confess my love, to you
in a window etched in flakes
the snow fills in the space
as I seek solace in your face
I undress my smile, to you
in an empty room of blue
sketching ivy upon my sheets
whispering words we won't speak
I confess my love, with you
Copyright © Mark Anthony Cotterman | Year Posted 2014
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