overcoming this desire to
succumb to you
my angel-winged butterfly
winter is so near and you head south
but the frost will catch you
it will bite your wings
off
first it will turn my heart
to stone
I forsake my numbing fingertips
eagerly begging for one
last taste of your vibrations against
my skin
twilight breaks sunset and the dark veil
swallows you whole.

KH