Winter Walk

we cry, in the split dead silence

of forreging apt branches torn

vast over river run roads

and you whisper chilled thoughts

frozen tears neutomise my skin

only melted by your slighter warmth, 

touching kisses invigorate sense,

senses. 

Reviews

[Nobody.]

fresh language. great images...."river run roads" "frozen tears" "whisper chilled thoughts" actually very sensual...even if a bit chilly. :)

[Wondering Mind]

such senses get me in trouble at times