Sta.sh
Winter Kisses by 
Your winter kisses
are fragile snowflakes in my memory;
Beautiful, spectacular,
coming in flurries or blizzards
or all by themselves.
Yet they were anything but cold.
Light as a feather, more passionate than red
drowning me in melodious flames
from my head to my toes.
Arms around your neck
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hands at my waist
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interlocked in our sweet embrace
Your lips meet mine
travel down to my neck,
to my shoulder.
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I breathe a little faster
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and I pull myself closer.
But snowflakes disappear
when the spring finally arrives
They melt into the tears
I cry late at night.
When I remember how the passion
in your kisses drained away
Like stars fading one by one
as night bows down to day.
You stopped holding me so close
and your lips
never strayed far from my cheek
I bit my tongue to remind myself
that I was too proud to show you my tears.
The tears that came with racking sobs
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in the ungodly hours of the night
My mind giving in to delirium
my body not putting up a fight.
They came with half-pints of half-melted ice cream
tasteless when compared
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to what your kisses used to be.
Bunched up sheets
from fists curled up in anger
Dampened pillows due to tears
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from eyes tired of sorrow
My throat burning from hoarse cries
asking the night what I did wrong
and depression will only last so long
But for now let me wallow in my sadness
which may last til tomorrow
when I burn all of your letters
Or till autumn next rids
the trees of their leaves.
:thumb127215365:
They were snowflakes in my memory
and they melted in my hands.
Those cotton candy memories spun of sweet lies and fool's gold
A sparkling memento of the times
before your winter kisses finally turned cold.
Fav writing here--->
Your winter kisses
are fragile snowflakes in my memory;
Beautiful, spectacular,
coming in flurries or blizzards
or all by themselves.
Yet they were anything but cold.
Light as a feather, more passionate than red
drowning me in melodious flames
from my head to my toes.
Arms around your neck
:thumb149185471:
hands at my waist
:thumb70813502:
interlocked in our sweet embrace
Your lips meet mine
travel down to my neck,
to my shoulder.
:thumb81239881:I breathe a little faster
:thumb71711582:and I pull myself closer.
But snowflakes disappear
when the spring finally arrives
They melt into the tears
I cry late at night.
When I remember how the passion
in your kisses drained away
Like stars fading one by one
as night bows down to day.
You stopped holding me so close
and your lips
never strayed far from my cheek
I bit my tongue to remind myself
that I was too proud to show you my tears.
The tears that came with racking sobs
:thumb165481154:
in the ungodly hours of the night
My mind giving in to delirium
my body not putting up a fight.
They came with half-pints of half-melted ice cream
tasteless when compared
:thumb109349456:to what your kisses used to be.
Bunched up sheets
from fists curled up in anger
Dampened pillows due to tears
:thumb145567331:from eyes tired of sorrow
My throat burning from hoarse cries
asking the night what I did wrong
and depression will only last so long
But for now let me wallow in my sadness
which may last til tomorrow
when I burn all of your letters
Or till autumn next rids
the trees of their leaves.
:thumb127215365:They were snowflakes in my memory
and they melted in my hands.
Those cotton candy memories spun of sweet lies and fool's gold
A sparkling memento of the times
before your winter kisses finally turned cold.
Fav writing here--->
Winter Kisses~
Your winter kisses
are fragile snowflakes in my memory;
Beautiful, spectacular,
coming in flurries or blizzards
or all by themselves.
Yet they were anything but cold.
Light as a feather, more passionate than red
drowning me in melodious flames
from my head to my toes.
Arms around your neck
hands at my waist
interlocked in our sweet embrace
Your lips meet mine
travel down to my neck,
to my shoulder.
I breathe a little faster
and I pull myself closer.
But snowflakes disappear
when the spring finally arrives
They melt into the tears
I cry late at night.
When I remember how the passion
Awesome!
So glad you think so!
~snak
Aug 20, 2010
