Beautiful, warm, pain

A poem about past things coming back to haunt us

Ahh, such comfort
Such warmth
Those powerful arms,
Encased around my body...

Piercing wind,
A fleeting glimpse
White dress torn
A bubble of fear...

Oh those lips
Those eyes, sparkling
A great heat
A fire, a passion...

A spot, a spot
Oh damned spot
Red, bloody, spot
Be gone from my glove...

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[Sasavet]

Hahah love the Macbeth reference in the last stanza.