Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Glimmer in the frost Holding your hand calms the chill Breathes sun to my soul
By C. H. Richard9 months ago in Poets
We lace our cold hands palms grow sweaty, we release Now moist, cold, apart.
By John R. Godwin9 months ago in Poets
I touched your wild flame to warm my frigid heart, now it's frozen and burned.
I exert my heat all day long but it returns in her waiting arms
By Daniel K9 months ago in Poets
each day, I bare it, and you are the sole reason I’ll do it again
I choose wage not warmth, blistered hands over soft ones, to give you shelter
I roll to your side warm yet in denial of morning’s insistence
my chest conducts heat along the length of your spine slow and trustworthy
sunlight coaxes you but I pull you into me in quiet protest
my body's your furnace coil your exothermic limbs and dissolve in me
the warmth of this house is not found in stoves or hearths but your loving hands
we merge our torsos become thermodynamics epidermal fire
