The snap of cold is back
No blankets could ever be as warm as
Him
I shiver while my hands sweat
How can this be?

Shedding leaves cover green
What will be brown, soon
Not dead, just asleep
I still cannot sleep,
I am not dead

Very much alive
My heart pounds when I see
Him
The sky runs cold
He makes my blood run hot

Soon, icy crystals will get in to my eyes
But
I look into eyes, his eyes
Frozen on a screen, and he
Warms me again

Ireland and Bolivia try their hardest
To wrap and comfort me
Enough in past winters,
Not enough this season
I miss him

On the hottest of Eastern days
I would take
On the coldest of days
We would make
Love, precious Love
I love you
Christopher John Mazey

Bridge the gap...

I am a builder of bridges

...Thank gud!! .... I will save the date!

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