November

capturing the moment

 

November

 

The weather’s cool

and so is our skin,

And when our faces touch,

I’m sinking in-

To your presence,

so dark and lost

But lost in thought

 and November frost:

You’re white and pure,

and feel so tender

My soul feels warm,

 and your fingers slender.

Our breathing is warm,

and cold as the air.

At your shuttered eyes;

peacefully I stare.

Misted breath;

Eyes should close.

But why shouldn’t I see?

Lips. Eyes. Nose.

 

Reviews

[Andrew (not Andy, A.J. ..]

Hmmm...quite good, quite good. I find it hard to understand this: "Our breathing is warm," Our...I'm quite confident that you don't share throats...? But then, I suppose that's not so bad.
Good read, and it rhymes to!

[Limitality]

I loved it.
Bravo, what a great piece!
You have captured the warmth in the cold,
the love in some sort of unpleasent moment.
You're very smart, and I beg you to write more like this.