Winters kiss

I’d forgotten how the cool winters kiss
could breath such warmth
And passion back into a broken heart.
Her cold finger tips tracing
the length of my mind,
Taunting the depths of my
heart back to life.

Such a wicked grin and palest of
skin. Guided my empty mind back
To the passion and power I’d lost
In transits grip.
Such a good baby girl your daddy
Must be proud.




About prewitt1970

Born in a vineyard in 1970, napa valley to be exact. Published Poet, International Artist, Cancer survivor and Advocate for young onset Parkinson's disease. "Be brave, Be bold and thrive in the life you have." c.2012
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