2.01.2011

spring

a brush of her skirt against my skin
the lilt of her laughter warming my back
and for a moment I succumbed to her enticing
before she slid behind the corner
leaving me alone with winter's cold bones, and icy stare

forever

still finding myself
caught of guard by the delightful knowledge that
the man who makes my heart beat fast
has promised to be mine
forever