Love in the time of frostbites

Purple skies of dawn,
late in winter chill,
with the sun scared to rise,
over waters with waves a-frill.

A woman by the pier,
lipstick-smudge on her cheek,
red hue while she blushes,
and makes the ocean bleak.

Whispering love as she melts,
into me this lurid season,
shortened breath and longer goodbye’s,
screaming her heart’s treason.

For our heartbeats that echo in silence,
and lust which shimmers in the shadows,
and love that bloom frostbitten,
under violet snowdrop bravado.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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