Let the gelid evening thaw
in the warmth of scarlet oceans
fathomless
beneath my skin,
for I hold in my tiny hands
a chalice
of burgundy wine,
and the spicéd fragrance of roses
coalesces
with the golden tallow of candles
effulgent
in their stalwart flames —
I am not afraid
of the cold.
by D. G. Vachal © 2013
Image: Wikimedia Commons

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