letting out a soft moan, she
brings chills to my skin
and paralyzes my bones
her icy breath caresses the nape
of my neck, she is nostalgia
dark hair and pale eyes
her lips whisper my name
my nose blushes in shades
of red
my fingertips ache
in shades of blue, I meet her
soft, pale body with the
harshness of mine and
once again, tangled together,
she has come–
my love, December.
So Nadine Writes 