Winter KissesA Poem by The Veiled WriterAs personified as the words may seem, they deceptively should (hopefully) capture how dangerous and deceiving the winter season (is) can be.
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 WriterAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThe Veiled WriterAboutTwenty years of age and still on the perpetual journey in which one is to find or reveal themselves. A thrall to life and fate both; continuously at a loss for words and therefore, reaches with desper.. more..Writing
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