Dec 2019
We dapple our kiss
hot with white Zinfandel,
and like the blind groping for
doors, you open me.
Longing for more warmth,
one hearth we coalesce.
hot with white Zinfandel,
and like the blind groping for
doors, you open me.
Longing for more warmth,
one hearth we coalesce.
Revised repost
