These petals turn in falling soft against the snow,

We throw away some words to draw each other in,

If these are not the ones to stir your soul,

Tell me, Love, and I’ll begin again.

To feel the heat of your gaze upon my ivory skin,

to bathe in moonlight through the curtains drawn,

there is no fire burning brighter than the nights,

you’ve made my ugliest feathers seem a swan,

and as I’ve felt so beautiful once more,

in these limbs I’ve felt a rising flight beyond dreams,

stay with me in this nest we’ve made of warmth

unworried for what ever after brings.

Teri Skultety  

December, 2016

I said I wasn’t going to post these up like this anymore, but, ah, every now and then, for there must always be poems.

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