Spillitz Pomee Poem by Keith Michael

Winter came all at once, dropping snowflakes on my black cotton jacket. each one represented a different part of myself that i changed for the year. the largest of which being you, and how i learned to appreciate you and all that you do.....now inhale i tell myself

the air so cold, and numbing that i could help my slipping and stumbling. and breathe...-and a long exhale, regain myself and imagine a world much as this. a world where we could fit, right alongside the grandest of emperors and the greenest of fields where the stock spend their days, and nights so grandiose and filled with lavish gatherings that the greeks would blush. exhale....

and back to that cold winter night, and an exhale with a long chain of frigid weather reaching out and around the back of your neck while you walk swiftly ahead of me. A long night of wine and a fireplace awaits. can this be THE moment that lasts forever, for i want nothing more than you