Winter Wine

The first trace
of snow,
falls like stars
silently in the night,
and onto my bed,
like an old soft
memory of love.
~
The coolness
touches my skin,
and my lips
turn rosy like wine,
your body, melting
into my warmth.
~
With weightless words,
my breath
pushes them forward,
as yours gently
pulls them back…
~
Back to this soft
memory of love,
where we glisten
like stars sharing wine,
in the first traces of snow.

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12 thoughts on “Winter Wine

  1. Mike Crape says:

    Beautiful Tara, great imagery in this verse! Thanks for sharing!

  2. Doug S says:

    Very beautiful and sensuous…. the poem is wonderful too. 😉

  3. Pierre says:

    Beautiful my friend.

  4. This is my favorite lines of your poem:

    The first trace
    of snow,
    falls like stars
    silently in the night,
    and onto my bed,
    like an old soft
    memory of love.
    ~

    So beautiful and touching..:)

  5. Anonymous says:

    Loved it
    WS

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