Little Bat

 

Sudden silver snowfall rushed the ground, Cold lips warmed me amidst the hiss  Of icy petals, winding between us  Caught my eyelashes, your glasses Our umbrella. Winter burned through my nose and lungs Our arteries pounded like a drum circle The sound of our hearts filled my ears A thousand moments from then Frost is scorched by summer My blood is bitter with sun Our tempers spark the air- I wish for snow. Later, you will wrap your limbs around me The cool night will soothe our wounds We'll bed our tempers with the heat As you settle in my atmosphere, I'll ask "Can you hear the music now?"

Reviews

[Clockwork]

I really enjoyed the alliteration you used from the start. Your image in line three of blood being bitter with sun is a good juxtaposition which made me think of a more Gothic Neruda. You show a good control of words and images here as well. Well done.

[Boris Jonathan Novak]

Very powerful imagery here. Your command of words into image is stunning. The topic is unique and draws the reader in. Keep up the great work!