Thin air in Winter
slices past lips,
eyes streaming,
fingertips numb-
face a mask of turgidity.

Still, at the center
heart beats strong,
pushes hot blood away,
welcomes it back,
pumps it out again.

The further you go
away from me,
the hotter the blood
pulses and glows
until you return.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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