Warmth

I miss it – gentle warmth –
caress of souls, of sun and Earth –
a thousand tiny rays and swirls
from you to me and back again –
an endless, wordless, mindless
and thoughtless exchange;
a promise left unspoken
and a word that’s never said
cannot diminish this presence
of the things we had
together –
lingering a while
once you leave me;
your warmth a pleasant memory
as cold envelops me

Published By: K-M Skalkenæs

K-M Skalkenæs is a Danish poet, writer and pictorial artist. She both writes her own original poetry in English and Danish, and translates poetry from the Scandinavian languages and German into English.

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