The caliginosity of the cold air
Kissed her caramel skin
And yonder she looked
With a sigh
Greeted by the alacrity of the twinkling lights
Spreading holiday cheer
A glimmer of hope
Lacking in the ruthless world...
Her experienced fingers had lost touch
And now all she carried with her
Was an anathema around her neck
Encased in a cold gold locket
She felt she couldn’t  maneuver around it
Her trembling hands, were frail
In pain, her soft lips cracked and bled
From the everlasting winter chill
But a flicker of fire
An abstruse desire
Kept her going
She knew deep within her paper thin heart
He was meant for her
And hurdles she’d cross till she bled
To be with the only man
Her organic hope
An archetypical home
That was meant for both.