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Cold Night Splendid
Cold pushs through walls
doors and the bones.
Stand close, stay close
those ears are for kissing,
for snuzzling,
for whispers in the night.
The fires are quiet
and coal becomes ash-bed.
I can't speak the terms
of my own surrender.
But tonight the heat
pushes back.
This Is Eloquent
The images sleep beside each other and sneak up on the reader. Ah and hmmmmm...is the emotional response. Tres cool write - allets -