Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Cold

by Nicki Heinen

Eyes on me,
I can’t feel my fingers but
the sight of your face,
the shape of your nose,
the hairs around your mouth, upturned so,
they keep me warm as bread in an oven.
You keep my hand in your coat pocket
like a little animal
you are petting.
 

Added: 27.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

07.05.2011

This is a very nice moment. It would be great to see you explore this moment and feeling a bit further.

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