One Fine Winter Evening in the Poconos
She Knocks
The Sun inches closer and closer to his departure
Green grass covered by a sheath of ice
She enters
Naked towers of wood cover what little Sun is left
Darkness engulfs everything
She smiles
Twilight gone, there is only space
The diamonds of the universe twinkle in the onyx sky
She gazes
The winter air fights with my steaming cup of hot chocolate
Body chilled to the touch, time to go inside
She walks
Fireplace snickers at my moth eaten robe
She sits
Body thawing out
She teases
I am warm in the cold
She kisses
It is summer in the winter
I am happy
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