All those nights
Ticking past hours
All day thinking
Of the scars
That remained
Passed the firs
Ran your tips
On the furs
Scampered on the willows
Scurrying against the sun rays
Disrupting the layers of ozone
Those airways
Sliding on the frozen
Slow rubs on the arm
Getting the hair rise up
Against the odds
Usher 'em to come
To closer proximity
Closing the elements of air
With flesh warming
As lips salivate
Hair strands entangle
As trees shimmer and seethe in willows
Necks circulate red
Like rubies form
And the red flower burns
Winter ignites
As the heath gnaws
At your skin
The enigmatic swings
Of natural flings
It's your guilty pleasure
And you know it
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In this poem I have used a variety of natural phenomena as a metaphor of the whole sense of touches and sensation's of the human mind and body.
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