Cold Fingers

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slowly your cold fingers touch mine
numbing their senses as i flex them in time
sitting here waiting for the sun to rise
to thaw the ice that you bring with your smile.
wrapped in red wool with a cup of coffee in hand
tendrils of warmth float to reddened cheeks
at last i can feel the sun’s solemn caress
as its rays dance upon my window sill.

-©The Elusive Scribe 012614-

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