Intimate

Day twenty-six of my review of the last twelve months and a poem from last December about snuggling up – after all that’s what winter was designed for …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Lauren via photopin(license)

Let’s get intimate me and you.
Sit down in some comfy nook
Snuggle down before a fire
And talk about the stars and our favourite books.
Let us talk for hours and hours
About autumn leaves and summer showers.
Until the candle’s burned to darkness;
Holding hands becomes as natural
As breathing out, as breathing in.
Until we share our thoughts of a secret kind.
Let us get intimate me and you
Until daylight has replaced the dark of night.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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