The Sensual Warmth Of Winter

Such a frivolous idea,
We were certain it was,
But life demands dreams,
That fireplace,
Now filling,
Our bedroom’s far wall.

Flagstone hearth,
Blue-grey grist granite,
Surfaces askew,
As if mortally wounded,
Each stone having struggled,
Fighting for place,
To stay in our earth.

Rough hewn oaken mantel,
Tobacco brown tinge,
Each peering crevice,
Each meandering crack,
Some stress from its past,
Coarsely hand chiseled
With cold cleaving steel.

But that royal oak,
Now priestly presiding,
Stone subjects arrayed
In pattern below,
Remembered so well,
Once standing with others,
Plebian like stones,
Each shouldering the load,
Some red barn forgotten.

Harsh cold night now here,
Writhing winter a reckoning,
Winds carving through
Leafless stark branches,
Our ideas reviewed,
And the genius revealed.

For deep inside
Our innermost world,
Post passion,
Now quiet,
Our bodies still draped,
In sweet scent of love,
The beauty of dreams
In rich raiment displayed.

Sheets so recklessly strewn,
But wholly unnoticed,
Four posts of our bed,
Standing watch,
Silent guard,
Our hearts now at rest,
In the rouge of near darkness.

Just marigold hues,
Amber lush oranges,
Swirling soft blues,
Dancing to rhythm
Of wood crackle fire,
Glow spilling and splashing
That far floor and wall.

My nakedness enrobing,
My body your blanket,
Each of us once separate
Now one in our dreams,
So lost in full fantasy
Of sanguine release.

Bitter rawness of wind
No longer a thought,
Just gentle fire’s flames,
That hearth now aglow,
Pressed bodies still glistening,
Reminding our hearts,
Such sensual lush warmth
Of cold winter’s night.

 

 

ยฉ 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

51 thoughts on “The Sensual Warmth Of Winter

    1. So many thanks Tanya!! I just had this vision of what it must be like to have a fire place in the bedroom, burning brightly, warming the moment on a cold winter’s night.

      So glad that you enjoyed it!!!

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      1. Well I don’t like the freezing rain that’s for sure.. but I would still like to see some snow before Winters over.. Especially around Christmas.

        Spring will be here before we know it. Lol!

        ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  1. I adore this. Perhaps itโ€™s because I love autumn and winter best. Perhaps itโ€™s because thereโ€™s nothing like a fire going in the hearth. Perhaps itโ€™s because I can visualize it all so sexy and warm and cold and dark and bright and flickering. Whatever the reason(s)…. I love it.

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      1. Please do!!!!
        I’ve told you before…that whenever I need my heart defibrillated, I visit your website…

        And you revive me with passion and unadulterated emotion!!!!

        Take that scene in your mind’s eye, and write my friend…with fire…if you’re so inclined.

        I would love to read….

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      2. In no way do I hold you responsible for my physical well-being, or the rapidity with which emergency services can respond.

        Just keep jamming your wild, raw, untamed words into this world Tara….

        Please.

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      3. You have no idea how much that resonates with me Tara.

        So here’s the deal…

        You,
        Keep doin’ what you do.

        And me,
        I’ll keep doin’ what I do.

        And both of us will rock this world.

        Deal?

        And in doing so, all will be better.

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  2. Good lord I just read this again as I am going to schedule out the duel post to this one and man oh man itโ€™s even better the second time around. Ahghhh. You painted this perfect perfect scene that I am just in love with.

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  3. Your poetry is so alive. Feels like it has its own body moving through the verses. I do read it and enjoy it a lot. I feel honoured you follow my own blog actually!

    Like

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