The seasons

In winter
I sit in the cold
And wait for a kiss ---
The softness of loves lips
That will warm my veins
And heats my limbs

I lay in wait of an angel’s touch
So that it may revitalize
my weathered bones and thoughts

I lay in wait of something
That will not leave me lost
In the coldness of the storm
In the blindness of the blizzard
In the darkness of my heart

I long for a sensation
I long for warmth.

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Wow... poems do not usually move me this way. I am in a trance! Excellent work