unforgiving yet welcome

the cold unforgiving in more ways than one

the low laying clouds, with their looming heaviness, did shield the sun.

a blanket, an enveloping warmth did replace its heat

no pleasure to the cold given, its place, thus the cold cheat.

but, when the cold be the yearning for a lover amiss

dreams filled of passionate close, gentle bodily bliss

then, the thoughts deeper into fantasy do cuddle

with images what could have been... to huddle.

how the mind knows with robust detail to enliven

mere fantasies of needs to the spirit... heaven,

that of a lover who knows to touch

that of a lover who haunts deep sleep too much.

aaah.... to wake with a sigh and deeper sink

into that dream...gone in a blink!

how fantastical and wonderful imagination can be

but, with the rise of the morning...it be gone...and so be he.

RB.