inside my room
it’s always winter
cold, blue sheets tangled atop
my solemn bed, some
times a wish for a warm fall
rain washes over me
—–
first fall rain touching
your naked back, the tastes of
winter at your neck
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nice.
Nice poem Fred!
u have such ‘control’ over the language and texture
..aahh..thats what i want to learn! (smile)Awesome…
Blessings!
Ria (Daria)
wow fred…i felt all fuzzy for a minute. that is beautiful.