Her heart
had once been warmed
with silk sheets
and kisses
that left
only his sweet nectar
to tickle her cheeks
Her soul
now numb;
trapped in a cold front
that blew through
the open door
where she now carries frost bit desires
hues of passions
hibernate
somewhere between
her once bright eyes
and the silver sky
penatrating virgin snow
with each step
she knows
he holds hostage
the honey to her
hollow heart
and all the sparkle
of her soul
as she, lightly, drifts among bare, bony trees
searching
for her lost lover
or for the rest of her being
Honorable winner
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