cold.

asleep

In the cold
I am consumed
with dreams of you
next to me
surrounding me
in your warm arms
whispering of love
your breath so close
I feel your heat
on my skin
and I sigh
because finally
for a moment
the cold is gone
and then

I open my eyes
and freeze

squiggle-div
©2016 what sandra thinks
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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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19 Responses to cold.

  1. You write so well. I really like this.. ❤

    Liked by 3 people

  2. Meg Sorick says:

    Seriously, this is awesome. I really need to learn all the different types of poetry. I’m stuck in limerick hell.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Miriam says:

    This is really great Sandra. You paint a vivid picture with your poetry.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. magarisa says:

    No, don’t open your eyes!
    How wonderful to be embraced by warm arms. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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