'when Souls Are Connected'
It was a warm January 1st,
but now as evening falls,
it is raining and so cold.
We walk along silently,
I am lost in my thoughts,
we have not talked in blocks.
The city traffic, a loud hush,
lights of shops blazing bright,
and people rushing past us.
The cold wraps around us,
like a dark wet blanket,
and I tremble from the chill.
He removes his leather jacket,
placing it on my shoulders,
he smiles and kisses my lips.
It is a small gesture,
but it speaks of great love,
more that any words could.
We continue quietly along,
hands touching as we stroll,
no words are needed at times.
'When souls are connected'
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June 10, 2013
Poetry/Narrative/'When souls are connected'
Copyright Protected, ID 06-484-645-10
All Rights Reserved,2013, Constance La France
Written for the contest,
Leather jacket on shoulders, Judged 06/2013
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2013
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