One day,the winter. shall not.
painfully remind me
Of wretched misery
Abandonment
Half lit cigarettes
And whiskey.
But of your lips
Moistly pressed on mine
Your arms interlocked
At the nape of my neck.
My body pressed up against yours
My bosom heaving
Rhythmically to your breath.
I only notice the weather
And it’s brittle nuances
When I’m not otherwise lost
In thoughts of you.
Ragings and Verses on a hidden parchment 