Winter Kiss Poem by Susan LeGree

Winter Kiss



When the air turns
cold and I behold
a plume of mist
with every breath
it brings to mind
the thrill I would find
each time you entered
my door
I sought your lips
and they were
cold as the very air
you closed behind
Your kisses sweet,
a frozen treat;
soon melted in the
warmth of my welcoming

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Susan LeGree

Susan LeGree

Toledo, Ohio (re-born in Florida)
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