So long
had the northern tributaries
of my heart
been caught in
the icy grasp of my discontent
then She came
and with Her kiss
there was a deafening


…and my life began to flow

An amalgamation of whitewater
and joy
tumbling headlong into
the southern charm
of Her smile

Our breath came
in billowing steam
carrying away our laughter
into the ever-waning twilight
the stars lay
like glittering diamonds
in the frigid ink of the night sky
and we
two flannel-skinned
with thunderous hearts
wrapped in the woolen mirth
of our mutual alignments
stared down
the cloaked specter
of Winter
the Chaos of Tomorrow

About Eric

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12 Responses to Thaw…

  1. thefeatheredsleep says:

    I love this. In the dictionary under ‘romantic’ there is a picture of you in your tuxedo.
    I think all of us secretly or otherwise wish for this EXACTLY

  2. Meg Sorick says:

    Another beauty, Sir Eric! ❤️

  3. Rita says:

    Fabulous ❤️

  4. What a penciling warm poem. Like the flannel skin line. Just beautiful the whole thing.

  5. Agreed. This is a romantic one. Nice. ❤️

  6. Heartafire says:


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