One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 64. glögg

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Sonnet No. 127

Poetry kindles itself on two fires –

Blows two breaths upon cinders divided,

For either hope or despair it inspires

To flame and make the lonely feel invited.

In your spirit's glow, I know you're ready,

For December buzzes within your heart,

Making the stress of the passing year petty

Compared to knowing we won’t be apart.

So with glögg and pulled-up throw, let's snuggle –

Before the crackling fire, we will know,

One part must be warm for the cold to struggle,

And on your entire love, heat bestow.

With our kissing breath, we fuel just one flame;

Eternity will feel it just the same.

Sonnet No. 128

Slip your waiting little hand in mine, for –

Though chilled by bleak winter's taunt – I know how

A warming touch thrills when it's full of ardor;

If my fingers, your glove, you will allow.

So we go walking thorough the bright chill air,

Swinging interlocked hands down the sidewalk,

While your knit cap rakishly shows some hair,

Pulling you close for an intimate talk.

Your smile dies to see me fall on one knee:

"Baby, I love you; what time is there to waste? –

Marry me to bind two hearts, and set them free."

Yet – your blinking says I've acted in haste.

My cheeks in your hands, you force me to rise,

Where your nod and tears says 'yes' from your eyes.

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