Frost

[marlasinger0]

As the days get shorter and the sun becomes a stranger an internal shift takes place. Every year we learn a more of the mysteries our selves hold. With a careful eye, one can watch the coming and going of the winter, the falling of the leaves, the length of the shadows in the day, the way people interact. Cycles. I have experienced this before. An extended introspective glance and a deep appreciation for survival. There is something very romantic about the cold and that death is to be fought with layers of clothing. Suddenly I am not able to survive on my own. The climatic conditions of my geographical location and my cold blood dictate a need to change my behavior, my needs become very different. I, and many other females, produce very little body warmth. I am the temperature of my surroundings. Now is the time my physical form most desires a body to be near to. Conversation between two hearts while lovers hold each other close. The heart knows nothing of lies while the mind is made of fiction. Our longing is for the warmth honesty brings. My words trickle and pool in to nothing but falsities, so let us just hold each other close and express without tangling our tongues.

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