Poem – “The Winter of Holding Hands” – Romance – 10/30/2020

How much warmth of summer
Do you feel,
When I touch you, in your trembling?
My hands graze firm
Your shoulders, your neck,
To breathe in a million stars
From your weathering eyes.

Such coldness,
So much oldness
Scars you,
Tears you down,
In fields of waking memory,
Bleeding your eyes dry.

Feel whole,
My bleeding beloved,
For the world cannot scorn you,
So much as I will warm you.

So much as I will revive you,
In newest bloom,
Away from oldest doom.