With the falling rays
of the sun
as the first long shadows
of the night
skulk across the frozen land
the man enters
and lamplight spills
onto snows drifted
by cold north winds
Smoke swells
boiling into the darkening sky
as the woman bustles
at the fire
He stands
careless of winter clawing
at his back
warmth filling
his heart
emptied of words
Enchantment spilling
into her eyes
she turns smiling
pleasured at the fire
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Love in all its Colours
Poetrya spectrum of deeply felt personal relationships, of meaningful selflessness and reciprocity "not always pretty not always fun not just for the young"
