Bare my back to the wind
black, chilly
cold and haunting
tears taunting
not good enough to keep
not long enough to sleep
keep me in your glance
taken in the chance
of loving you
fragile lace
in your embrace
our future pace
questioned
ribbons tied to keep me down
a tender touch to heal your frown
silken kisses
covering your face
mine is a stranger’s fate
cold then hot
to love or not…

© Sandy Hibbard