I live, I breathe <br />cold light playing <br />on my skin <br />morning with an entourage <br />of chilly fingered breath <br />that sighs <br />against my flesh <br />night fevered by my blanket <br />and my dreams <br />of freshly shaven face <br />and chin <br />and lips inclined to mine <br />with so much promise <br />hearts could explode with loving <br />party favours spouting blood <br />instead of streamers, <br />sparkle in the frozen light <br />prying eyes apart <br />and stroking cheeks <br />with icy fingers <br />pulling me,<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-morning-21/
