I.
wine-sweet kisses on a snowed in night,
letting winter linger in ice-sugar
snowdrifts, up against the door. let’s play
hooky with the rest of the city.
II.
poetry by the fire; I’ll read
aloud, but only if you play with my hair.
we can take it in turns to take the dog out;
I’ll lock the door if you get the lights.
III.
the wind whispering on the St. Lawrence,
promising spring but demanding
respect for the beauty of the cold.
open your arms for me, darling.
IV.
long-time lovers with a lasting spark,
refusing to allow familiarity
to steal the voltage we exchange
in our tender violent passions.
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
Insta @chloe_j_writes
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Comments (7)
This is so sweet, Chloe. Bursting with imagery and sentimentality. I love it.
Lyrically sweet. I take it familiarity does not always breed contempt.
What an incredibly sweet and masterful poem!
Hey, just want to let you know I shared this poem in my recent story: https://vocal.media/journal/poppy-s-preferences-pt4
Wow, this is so captivatingly sweet and well written. I really enjoyed it
This is really beautiful 🖤
I am so glad I scrolled back back and found this this, wow wow wow! So many brilliant lines "promising spring but demanding respect for the beauty of the cold."