Still Midwinter

photo credit: Snow Queen via photopin (license)

photo credit: Snow Queen via photopin (license)

It is still midwinter here
There is ice upon your lips
And I can’t remember the last time
The sun broke through the clouds,
A smile lit up your face
Or we shared a whisper of desire.

Where I long to whisper sweet nothings
There is just this glacier between us.
We should be wrapped up beneath the covers,
Instead we’re tangled within this iron curtain
And this cold warfare silently simmers
But never burns, for there is no fire.

There are no tears, recriminations, just the eloquence of sighs.
I yearn for the return of spring.
I lie awake waiting for the thaw
But it’s still midwinter here
There is ice upon your lips
And I can’t remember the last time.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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