WiP Wednesday – Shudder Some More
A February wind blows ice through the hurtful air,
Eyes are blurred, not stopping, no, no-no, don’t care
I need to feel his warmth–any temperature will do here
Soul so cold, even when I laid before him bare.
Didn’t know I’d miss it, or need it want it crave it for
Evaporating touch: could now never be more sure
Then it reappears, but distant as ever as before
So I beg in silence, just make me shudder some more.
Linking up with Lee at Freshly Pieced for WiP Wednesday!
Sometimes you can’t get back.