Street Lights in Winter

Under lights that lined
roadways to places
i'd never go
Where lived people
i'd never know
I first felt your hair
on my chilled cheak
Numb from the
bitter hungry wind
I could still feel
each strand
touch my skin
Under lights that lined
roadways to places
i'd never go
Where lived people
i'd never know
I first kissed
Your rose frozen
purple covered lips
How sweet the taste
our close embrace
Ice to the touch
of my fingertips
Warm to the touch
of my wanting lips
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2010

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zeus911
love often takes us places we woudn't have explored and your words lead us along and make us follow... nice!
Scholar_Gypsy
I've read poetry of the painters and other artists before, but this is perhaps a second time I read a photographer's poetry and the first time I see love from a photographer's viewpoint, and, oh, a green-eyed photographer. May you ever remain so green and unaging, dear Blizza.
Blizza801
Thank you both very much
I'm glad you enjoyed
agoodguy2have
blizza, a staccato presentation of cool desire.
Blizza801
Thank you...I'm glad you read and enjoyed !!
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