The wind
With his hand in the small of my back
Pushes me on
Brushing his cool fingertips
Across my lips
Running his hands through my hair
The leaves
Run circles around my feet
Like a cat
Warming up to a visitor
The snow
Leaves tiny, wet kisses
On my cheeks and nose
Lands softly on my shoulders
He loves me
And I love him
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