Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2017
Outer surface of cold hands
holding thoughts in my warm palms
listening to thoughts through my cold ears
warm breath leaks into a frigid room
warm thoughts of skin to touch
I wish I was in bed with you.
A cold house without company
Written by
Peter Bonvoisin
246
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems