It's a chilly evening.
Our breath, billowing.
Every offset light,
framing her face.
Our frantic ears,
scrambling to keep pace.
The simple warmth
of a flushed cheek
sends my mind reeling.
And the exquisite contours
of a trembling hand,
well...
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 9:58 PM UTC
It's a chilly evening.
Our breath, billowing.
Every offset light,
framing her face.
Our frantic ears,
scrambling to keep pace.
The simple warmth
of a flushed cheek
sends my mind reeling.
And the exquisite contours
of a trembling hand,
well...
© Kayleigh Redwine December 27th, 2010
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