Warmth (A Pantoum)

Your warmth feels cold to me tonight, Lost voices, dusted skin, Hands trembling in the fading light, Soft prayers melt to sin. Lost voices, dusted skin Your touch beneath thin frost– I search for fire deep within All hope forever lost. Your touch beneath thin frost Stars blanketing your eyes Paths never again crossed UntilContinue reading “Warmth (A Pantoum)”