Hold Me, Love Poem by John W. McEwers

Hold Me, Love

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The air is wet
a patter of hail hits the window sill
and outside the night coughs cars
down the sidestreets, tires howling,

Our room fights to keep warm
a lone candle burns, but does so
brightly.

The dresser shivers in candle-light,
and under soft linen, we fall home
in one another's arms.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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