It’s your face.

Your smile.

Infinity, it’s your style. My

Special love. My sky-flying high

Sighs of relief to see you

Furlough. How

I love the days. The morning

Spring-times with you. But

In winter, it is satisfying

In its own right. Winter.

It satisfies me; it’s your

Breath, your arms, your

Warmth tight.

10/10/13

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