Sun in my Eyes

Dizzy remnants of the possible, your phantom icicle fingers slide across my chilled flesh. Goosebumps appear as you grovel for praise , relishing feminine adoration. Pull your coat tighter against the silent snow; the winds blow colder across the desolate cemetery. Hollow graves creak and groan beneath the weight of earth, as though their spines will crack. You are held strong. Buried deep. Undercurrent to my heart.