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The Pair

Updated on September 1, 2013

The Pair

By Annette Gagliardi


The fozen air

quickly turns my fingers to icicles.

While the pair over there

entwine in romantic embrace.


My blood desserts the stone-cold nubs.

It retreats to safer regions.

The pair engage in salacious intercourse,

reminiscent of two heathens.


The flesh of my hands begins to parch

and needles of pain race along.

Then the pair come hither

to join mine, as if bidden in a song.


Those Oh-so-hot!, touch tenderly

and save mine from demise;

with healing moist & temperature

they scorch and misticize.


The frozen air

no longer has the power

of frigid fare.

My hands get warmer by the hour.


That pair over there

with new & lithesome dance,

charms my pair

and shares new circumstance.

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    • agaglia profile image
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      agaglia 6 years ago

      Of course, I am talking about a pair of gloved hands, here.

    • billips profile image

      billips 5 years ago from Central Texas

      That was lovely - and there was no need to clarify - you have a gift - B.

    • agaglia profile image
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      agaglia 5 years ago

      Billips,

      thank you for the "You have a gift" comment. And, thank you for reading my hubs.

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