by Joe Stanley

iv

You are quiet as the moonbeams falling to the floor, yet I feel each graceful step that brings you closer.

In the soft voice of the breeze, I hear your whisper.

You are so cold…

I will share my warmth, my life with thee.

How I have longed to feel your cold arms around me, to taste your lips if but only once.

I shall want no more…

now that…

you are mine…

again.

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