When under the covers on winter’s cold night
Uncovered are lovers, room bathed by moon’s light,
There’s no greater warmth than soft flesh against flesh
While sleeping through cold so the bodies refresh.
Or, walking together through ice and through snow
While holding the hands of the other they know:
The warmth of the hand of their mate for all life
Warms hand of the husband (and his warms his wife).
One man and one woman: the warmth of one path
When hostile the world’s stare in all its cold wrath.
And these two, united, are then thrice as strong
As one in a lone boat that’s carried along.
How warm is the couple together entwined
When one are their bodies and one is their mind!
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
The Bard on the Hill 