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| As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Preserves Our Love |
CHILL OF LOVE
Oh, the Chill of Love.
Crisp, shivering, electric!
I inhale the Chill of Love
When our eyes mate,
When our lips sate,
When embrace is our fate.
Feel the Chill of Love?
Sweeping from the north?
Icy breaths puckering worn pores
Igniting secret sensual shivers.
I await the Chill of Love.
It startles my somnolent heart
To pump with fury
At your thunderous thought.
Love's passion cycles as the seasons;
The Chill of Love stands as but one.
Reminding me always that ice
Follows the passion of fire.
I wrap my arms around your fleeing dream,
Blanketing it with my naked soul,
Yet still coveting the Chill of Love
Never fearing its cold awakening.
Forever Yours in the Chill of Love,
Cyrano!
Anderson-McKenzie
© 2012, Cyrano! Anderson-McKenzie, C.A. McKenzie. All Cyrano! writings are original and created daily by the author. Anyone wishing to contribute funds to the maintenance and support of the Cyrano! blog should send their contributions to C.A. McKenzie, 53 East 7th St. #9, NY, NY 10003
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| As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Preserves Our Love |
© 2012, Cyrano! Anderson-McKenzie, C.A. McKenzie. All Cyrano! writings are original and created daily by the author. Anyone wishing to contribute funds to the maintenance and support of the Cyrano! blog should send their contributions to C.A. McKenzie, 53 East 7th St. #9, NY, NY 10003
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