FIRE AND ICE
by Cecil Vernon Crumrine, Jr.
I stood at the window
watching icy rain trickling
down blurry panes,
recalling slow echoes
of summers past,
where eyes met eyes
and feelings focused
upon thoughts of nights
filled with love,
of velvety kisses
that consumed
my heart and soul;
of a touch that settled
itself, deeply ingraining
your love into my soul...
in an unforgettable fire.
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