My December Love

A remembrance of yesterday.

The sun rays falls on her flawless skin,

Dust dancing in the illumination.

Those lil pink lips, a tease and a pout,

The thick liner on her eyes.

The morning of The Winter, the thick fog unrested.

Warm arms around me and the firewood burning.

The smell of her, like a lost flower of the Medievals,

Those shoulder length hair, cascading down and wild.

The morning coffee, the newspapers flutters beside.

Cold breeze at balcony, the cozy she and I.

The kiss so soft, melting at the slightest touch.

The slight taste of the skin, the lip gloss and all.

Little boats on the rivers, as we sneak through the windows.

Lit lamp post, fighting though some quality fog

Cold drops on the window glasses, dripping slowly by

The vapors of coffee, her lips soothing it with smile.

Last night was night of love, so sang the souls of ours

In the rustling of winds outside, we hug each other

The darkness of night, her eyes still so comforting

Felt world never existed, nothing beyond her arms.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Abhishekizy... we all meet our Waterloo... if only for a night.

[Neal S]

I enjoy the feeling of being with someone that is so important to you that nothing else matters. There is no other world outside that room. The wholeness one can feel even in the arms of another. Nice work.

[Abhishekizy]

Thanks Neal, I guess we all have been in one of such arms at some point of our lives. Lucky are those, who still have those arms to embrace.

Glad you reviewed.