Icy and frozenbut magical stillcovered in whitemy neighborhood
The steam of my breathI wipe with my fingersfrom the cold panesof the kitchen
The scent of applesthe scent of your bodya glass of red wineThe taste of your lips left thereOn my cheek the pink of the blouse
Winter night beyond the windowThe snow won’t stop, falling like madYou tuck me into your chestI slip right under your skinWe set each other on fire.
You told me (Wait a little) And I waited for you as your mind wandered aimlessly. But even if 1000 years were what it took I would not die, for a word from you waiting here.
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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