Her fragrance forming mind fires and there on his right...
she's tenderly layering delicately blazing ropes
across the deep canvas of night
recalling the space of her rich brown gaze
and the lingering bass of her footfall
on old wooden floors when he awoke with fever
she ran for a damp cloth
shadows defining what would feel like heaven
all three red
twice with food and once before bed
a bright orange sun vanishes under the window
as her dress, drapes then slips to the floor
and her cold body coincides with his heat
He woke to snow with no one home
subtle icicles reflecting her bright smile
and to the great surprise of the dawn
and with all her love....
she revealed herself as the vast white plains of razor winter
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