Winter Kisses

Winter Kisses

A Poem by The Veiled Writer
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As personified as the words may seem, they deceptively should (hopefully) capture how dangerous and deceiving the winter season (is) can be.

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You kiss my flesh;
sometimes tender,
sometimes rough.

Gentle brushes,
and stinging jolts.

There's a chill in my bones where you once were;
an ache in my heart, where my body loses strength.
There's stars in my vision, as it all slips away;
a numbing sensation, as my fingers lose their hold.

There is nothing.
There is nothing.

You kiss my flesh;
a chilly whisper,
an arctic scream.

Little nips,
and blistering pain.

There is nothing.
There is nothing.

You've bitten my skin,
leaving me raw.

But your beauty remains,
it's all I saw.

© 2014 The Veiled Writer


Author's Note

The Veiled Writer
It's about winter, not actual kisses. Though I suppose, if you view it that way, it isn't entirely impossible. It's all in the eye of the beholder, yes?

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Knowing what its about, the words make so much sense and convey that winter chill nicely.

Posted 10 Years Ago


The Veiled Writer

10 Years Ago

Ah, that's splendid news to hear! Thank you very much. :)
I love the way it could be received in many ways. It's a beautiful love and/or winterish song.I also like the rhythm. And the strong voice in lines "There is nothing" !
Really good job :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


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The Veiled Writer

10 Years Ago

Thank you! I appreciate the review, and the comment on its rhythm. (: It is pleasing to know you enj.. read more

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Added on October 21, 2014
Last Updated on October 21, 2014
Tags: Winter, Cold, Nip, Kiss, Flesh, Pain, Pleasure, Season, Poetry, Unique

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