January Walk

Orange rouge hue of night’s arrival

Heighten’d by sheen’d ice crust’d snow

As such my weary legs portage’d through

When unannounce’d from aside

Doth the Heaven’s gift entrance steady’d footfall gaze

To afore where crystal’d ice dance in the sky anew.

Those two chestnuts roasting

Oer those ember’d lush lips

Swathe’d with deep ebony’d blanket of hair

How doth thine cherish’d visage shine

Illuminating fully the vista of eterne content.

Oh to be wrap’d snug in that caramel tinge’d warmth

Beholden freely with naught but perchance to spy a smile

Or a whisper’d touch along my cheek

That flushes e’ry pore pass’d o’er

Igniting each tendril of nerve with burst of passion.

Such Eden-esque bliss doth her presence invoke

Yet to know the prior result

Of one taste of succulent forbidden fruit;

To risk cast out to the barren parch

Be still a merciful memory’d haven to relapse within

Over unending question of if I haveth….