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Winter Sun-Poem

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Published on Jan 20, 2011

Winter Sun

As morning breaks,
shattering the dreams in this lonely place,
and your warm delicate hands,
slip beneath the covers,
moistened fingertips,
sliding over my soul, your skin;
It is I who feels each tender stroke,
the tremor within.
As your body opens to the memory of me,
entering a suckling reminiscence,
licking at the peeks,
and slips over the fullness of our love,
the fire that enters you, enters me.
When you walk in that distant place,
along the narrow paths of memory retraced,
your feet tread softly upon my heart,
and sink, slowly into me.
A wanderlust of bare feet,
soft pads pacing an endless retreat.
When that ache of longing stirs,
in the womb of our warmth,
it is i who stirs, within you,
yet in absent silence,
I am Winters cold sun,
a light without fire,
shining warmth on no one,
but you.

Poetry: Richard Michael Parker- http://rmprose.blogspot.com/

Music: Tchaikovsky- None but the lonely hearts

Images:

1/ Morning Chill- Jon Held
2/ Winter Sun- Moira Hooper
3/ Winter Sun- A nony Mouse
4/ Cold Winter Sun- Richard.j. Van Bennekom
5/ Winter Sun- Arkhip Kuindzhi
6/ Winter Sun- Claude Monet
7/ Winter Sun- Rita vindedzis
8/ Winter Kiss- A nony Mouse

Film: 1925-Eclipse of the Winter Sun

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