A cold day—the forecast for more snow,
A man and a woman are walking:
They know what they know.
The woman is older—she knows what she knows.
The young man walking beside her is passionate
to know what it is that she knows.
In their heavy coats, they scrunch through the snow,
balancing passion between them.
Not touching, they know what they know. Slowly,
the young man unbuttons the woman’s coat
and reaches inside. His hands circle her waist.
Her body remembers—it knows what it knows.
As he presses her to him, her back arches
into his passion. Whatever she knows
is lost in the kiss, as he covers her,
covers her deeply, like snow.
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Con Chapman
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Comments
to know what it is that she knows. ...
Yay! Nice.
Merry, merry.
Happy christmas
You write so well....
Happy merry!
Wow, wow, wow.
This poem - I loved.
And this:
"Her body remembers..."
Wow.
R for every reason I can think of.
You should probably move north, like say, up to Nome.
Rated.