She walks along at a decent clip
The snow whips her hair
And stings her face
Like the tattoo of a wasp
being drawn, wings spread
across her cheekbones.
But she would rather imagine
it is the five o’clock shadow
of her lover
sandpaper-scratching
her face as they kiss.
As she walks he approaches
His face, with his time-expectant growth
Lightens the wind’s swirl
And caught up in his embrace
The tattoo of waspy stinging snow
Succumbs to naught.
Linda G. Hill 
Wonderful images.
Thank you, Bejamin
You’re welcome. Continued joy writing. I’ll keep reading.
As will I. 🙂
Ma’am Linda – I really like your style – it is tantalising – almost a little seductive 😀
Thank you so much, Ma’am Belinda. 😀
Much of my writing, in my opinion, differs greatly from what I’m like in real life. I’ll be most interested to see what you think as time goes on. 🙂
THAT is not a bad thing right? I am interested too! WHich is always pretty cool 😉
Not a bad thing at all! I’m sure even Stephen King is a nice guy. 🙂
I hope I’m interesting enough to keep your interest 😀
Ah – you know – I’ll probably pop in and out 😉
🙂 Lovely, thank you 😀