by Alexandra Dempster
winter flakes,
drift
by slowly,
coat the paved
road with blankets
algid breath,
leopard-print gloves,
covering my hands
but an exposed mouth
icicle coated,
stony brick bridge,
snowdrop crowds,
heads drooped in shame.
hold my heart,
loud and alive,
warmth, the only
thing within our arms
honey glazed eyes,
melting the frosted tongues,
sharp to the touch and
impaling - impales -
impaled.
hold my heart,
no - really hold my
silent, dull heart.
for let me tell you:
winter love
is truly the frostbitten
myth.
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