WINTER & CHILL / by Jason Johnson

These bed sheets formed hills out of your curves,  and I leaned in to place my lips gently, on yours

like morning dew that sits on a blade of grass, and a


came from the build up

of electric charge

A half smile and a frown,

I stopped you from using your hand to soothe the pain from your lips, and kissed you  instead

In a room filled with natural light

You shone the brightest


The wind whistles and tree branches with ice filled cracks, breaks trying to dance with the wind.

And we were warmed knowing

That on cold days we were not alone

.....and no it's not selfish that you stole the duvet and wrapped yourself into a cocoon.

Jan 7th. 2016