Kim #2
by Scott D. DeSalvo
Solitary winter's chill; a draft
Blows through my heart and cleaves the thought of sun
And warmth and hides my passion deep inside
The lifeless caverns of my barren heart.
Until I hear the hint of springtime in your laugh,
And dream of love and heat in such a one
Whose spirit barren cold will not abide,
Whose verdant warmth awakens with a start
My summer's heat and passion, which makes a path
That leads my 'wakened heart to you, or none
With increased love without surcease; a tide
Whose waters flow one cannot stop or part.
In summer's heat my passions for you thrive;
In beauty and your grace, my heart's alive.
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