Days of White and Gray, Heather Hill [polar express read aloud .txt] 📗

then three

I feel a deep rush within
like a wave hitting the sand
where are you?
I am waiting
the thought of your lips
so close to mine
wrapping me, in a bind
your love

your spirit of love
enslaves me in secret chains
nowhere to leave to
but wait here for you
in my window, I wait for thee

the cold, old house creeks
the hush of my sleeping dwellers
I dare not speak your name
into existence
until I see your form
creeping, slowly
toward me, boldly
like a lion stalking its prey
circling my heart, ready to pounce

covertly crawling your body
onto my woven nest of wool and feathers
you whisper, "How I have missed the taste of you"
my body has ached for such familiarity
waiting with the moon
for you to return to me
in my window, I waited for thee

Silent solitude no more
my window is my lovers door
hold me in such tender embrace
no second of tonight
available to waste
his hands trace my body
like a painter with his brush
the moon casts a silver glow
over our warm naked bodies

fingertips graze my lips
gently, as if glass that can break
"pull my hair" I tell him
all my waiting, I want him to give me
all that I can take
every winter kiss
he plants on my back feels
like frostbite

the clock strikes 5 beats
too soon
as we watch the silent moon
shine over our love
in the window I waited for thee

Migrate into the darkness
from this cold dark mansion
only to return tomorrow
a warm kiss to keep you warm
into the night in which you came for me
midnight madness will strike again
tomorrow, in my window, I wait for Love...


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