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Confetti for the Unwed
Springs confetti never fell for us
That does not mean it wasn’t love
We were never just water under the bridge
My heart will always echo that kiss
Sometimes the timing is all wrong
Just one misplaced beat and the song is gone
There are truths that only my heart knows
Sometimes a winter frost kills the seeds we sow
© 2016 Peter Anstiss
Winter Love
If you need…
I can be your winter love
You can reach for me
Whenever you are dark
I will hold you close
When the green of summer
Turns to falling leaves
When no one understands your needs
I could help you grieve
I know everything about falling apart
It means I can put it back together
If you find you ever
Need such things
When the rain falls
We can all shine like new
I live and linger
For moments such as these
They blot out all the times
I have fallen and been left to bleed
Maybe happiness
Is not the flower of my seed
But I still live and breath
I still love and hope
I still laugh,
And joke
Though dark rivers
May roll me out to sea
I will always wash up
On the beaches of your need
If you need…
© 2015 Peter Anstiss
Frost Fire Days
On frost fire days
When all you are is need
When killers don’t kill the pain
Or stop the bleed
On frost fire days
Don’t clutch at straws
With fingers numb
And feelings raw
You must not yearn
For that needed kiss
That can never again
Touch your lips
Some things are forever lost,
When through fingertips they slip
Those tender moments
Are now someone else’s gift
On frost fire days
There are things to be done
Forget battles lost
Think of what you’ve won
© 2015 Peter Anstiss
If you like Frost Fire why not check out one of my older posts
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Freckles
I love the summer freckles,
That flower upon your skin,
They mark the longest days,
And it makes me sad that they will fade,
When the season of lost leaves begins
My English rose,
Sun blessed, sun kissed,
I love the contrast of you,
Against the darker tones of me,
In your absence, I miss that touch,
I miss that spark, I miss that rush,
Like winter, I know I am dark,
Where you are a summer bride,
We can’t change who we are,
Those things we resist,
Are ingrained deep inside,
Like the freckles that winter hides,
© 2014 Peter Anstiss
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