Inspired north

To wake her up early. Drag her with her messy brown curls out of the warm bed. The air outside of our monochromatic quilts is virgin to the heat escaping from our bodies. I take her to the shower for a quick warm rinse. The morning’s second shock to our systems when we turn back the faucet handles and push away the steamy curtains. We clothe twice over for the day is least warm when least mature. She rubs her eyes as I bring her to the car and turn on the heat. The car being slow of age, I grab the blankets from the backseat with their designs intriguing to only those whom are in dire need of a place to look. I wrap her in the bottom blanket first, then the two that had been atop. The breath escaping her chapped lips flows out and disperses into thin air, but only after performing wonderful three dimensional plumes that twist unto themselves like waves in a strong winter storm that remain unfrozen strictly due to the salt that swells within them. I’m inside pouring our coffees. Cream. The way it slips into the darkness of the dark roasted coffee, then reveals itself as it bounds off the bottom in an uproar of tan-tinted clouds that bring sweetness in place of thunder. I glance to the car through the window and notice her cuddling among the heap of blankets. She is truly beautiful; even as her hair is frozen stiff to her head. I grab a towel and brace the harsh wind and disturbed snowflakes as I walk to the car. Our morning consists of a walk to the car, yet I have seen things equally beautiful as any other journey may bear. I pray I forget such minor things, thus each day be never less wonderful.

Beautiful legs of yew are quick as a blur, Brown locks surround her head of earthen lust. I would do anything possible to get this girl, I must I must I must.

Most successful poem of mine I believe!!