Just a taste,
Just to implore
You, to not move
On the scale, where tall winds will tell their tale
On your frozen form.
I have bent
What I have kissed,
Your form, the exquisiteness
Of everything I have ever missed
From my life, to its bliss.
Now that death
Has cloaked you,
What will I make of you?
Poem – “Just a Taste of what’s to come” – Romance – 3/26/2020
