Until the night gives inAnd daylights gets the
Upper hand
I will feed logs
To the fire
And chocolate to
My tongue Waiting out winter at the
Edge of a dream The cold constricts
Breath like a scarf
Tightly knotted Memories of your mouth
And lightning-laced kisses
Creep into bed with me
Every night The wind rattles the rafters
I can almost taste
The plushness of
Your neck
Almost but not quite Like frost on the windowsill
You linger out of reach
Disappearing in the
Light of day
Leaving no trace of your
Delicate touch I’m waiting out winter at the
Edge of a dream
Carol Bellhouse 