Your rough beard scratches my soft cheek
as you hug me with your sweater arms.
A comforting woodsy cologne scent envelops me and
I lay my head on your warm shoulder.
You are my winter.
I make a pot of tea and
steal the down comforter
from our dark wood bed
for cuddling couch purposes.
I dance around in flannel and wool socks
in front of the fireplace
to be your winter.
Sweet winter loveliness
creates feather-soft feelings inside us,
our eyes alight with requited joy.
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love the title,
beautiful imagery, love love tea and more…
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Welcome Join Jingle Poetry Potluck week 21,
Feel free to share 1 to 3 old poems or random poems, cheers.
Love your talent demonstrated here,
Hope to see you share.
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