Frigid Kiss For A Blue Girl pt1

Frigid,
was the day
he left me
to explore mountains
of affluence.

A kiss, from
wind chaffed lips,
froze me in time.

His cloak caught
in a brutal gust.

Only once
did he glance
over shoulder
to reassure his return.

Between us
his despairing eyes
wrote a song of the blues.

His akward smile
reflected a glint
of optimism.

Would he cross
my threshold again?

Left was a hint
of his strong aroma
to tickle my nostrils.

Out the window
the snowflakes held
the comfort I longed for.

Until then,
I resigned my heart.


© 2006 MLB.