cold.

Posted on 25 October 2016 by what sandra thinks

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

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©2016 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes 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 Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. 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. ladieswholunchreviews says:
    25 October 2016 at 10:00 am

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

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  2. Meg Sorick says:
    25 October 2016 at 11:09 pm

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

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  3. Miriam says:
    26 October 2016 at 8:16 am

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

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  4. magarisa says:
    27 October 2016 at 6:27 pm

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

    Liked by 1 person

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