November Chills

November brings new chills,
fresh gusts of caressing winds,
thick blankets of fog that make your eyes sparkle
and your cranberry lips glisten against mine as our minds cloud and spin.

Your hard body and coffee colored eyes ask me for more and who I am to resist and refuse,
when giving you more melts my icy, disappointed heart.
You are the hottest of flames from which I don’t want to be apart.

Such beauty you are, don’t you see? A blazing fireplace beneath my snow, the crisp air of a cold, new morning, the steady breathing I can see in the mist that shows me I’m alive.

November brings new chills,
and a delicious, morbid reminder that all beauty comes to an end.
Dead foliage crunches and smiles at me with hollow eyes, forcing me to comprehend.

Reviews

[Jess]

Your words were very vivid and delightful.