A love poem for St Valentine’s Day
I looked through some old files to find this one, which was written during the year I spent in Italy, for the man I left behind. I had wanted to write something new, but I’ve been too busy with work and too sick with flu, alas.
A poem about keeping you warm
When I think of you
 in your cold bed
 in your cold room
 in your cold country
I wish I could be there to warm you.
Beneath your checkered duvet
 we could snuggle close
 arms and legs entwined
 whispering in each other’s ear.
Our bodies would make a circuit of heat
 flowing from you to me
   me to you
 with no broken connections.
And your wet kisses warming my insides
And your hands warming my skin.
Cocooned in gentleness and warmth
 we would doze,
 and waking, hug tightly,
So that our heat would warm our hearts
 that had been too long cold and lonely.
© 1994 C Sharp
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on February 19th, 2008 at 9:09 pm
Lovely!
Made me feel a little warmer after all these frosty foggy mornings we’ve been suffering, too.
on February 24th, 2008 at 5:25 pm
I don’t think I could ever use the word “duvet” well, but you’ve used it perfectly.
This poem has a very “soft” kind fo feeling to it.
on February 24th, 2008 at 5:41 pm
Thanks for the kind words!
C-squared: ‘duvet’ seems like a very British English word to me, although perhaps I’m not really right on that (and it comes from the French anyway). It’s one of my favourite words though for what it makes me think of: warmth and sleepiness and snuggles!