Long, random strokes, I

Thaw beneath your fingers. Gaze

Grey skies turn to blue.

 

A shadow dissolves.

Somewhere warm, a curl falls loose.

I am not trapped here.

 

Green eyes into brown.

Happy, I hold your ice-hand.

Plush, you are my love.

Arnold

 

Long, random strokes, I

Thaw beneath your fingers. Gaze

Grey skies turn to blue.

 

A shadow dissolves.

Somewhere warm, a curl falls loose.

I am not trapped here.

 

Green eyes into brown.

Happy, I hold your ice-hand.

Plush, you are my love.

 

By Alexandra Betkowska