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We sat on a bench looking out at the sea;
Across the northern hemisphere in winter, we
think of cosy fires and keeping warm while on the other side of the world it
may well be the sun’s heat sea is throwing out an invitation to jump in the sea and
cool off.
Wherever, fortunate indeed are they for
whom a warm glow engages with the heart and throws out an invitation it cannot refuse.
Me, I love the seaside in winter. Yes, it can be a lonely place, but so can anywhere else where we feel the need to home in on love...
Me, I love the seaside in winter. Yes, it can be a lonely place, but so can anywhere else where we feel the need to home in on love...
GETTING THE BETTER OF WINTER
We sat on a bench looking out at the sea;
you edged closer, laid a hand on my knee,
arms around each other the way friends do
only this time, something different, new
I felt your hand move until it found mine,
caress my fingers lightly then entwine;
hot breath on my cheek like intimate lace
though I dare not turn, look you in the
face
Not a word, your head on my shoulder,
my mind in turmoil, heart beating louder;
I froze and hastily you pulled away,
winter closing in on us, sad and grey
I turned, licked my lips and leapt the
abyss;
on the other side, we shared our first kiss
[From: Accomplices
To Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007]
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