Thursday, January 17, 2013

gift of a premature winter

i realize now
her eyes are bigger than her stomach,
her belly aches with promise
holding crystalline ashes of past moments
she sips hibiscus tea to cover.

to this premature winter,
that one who lives in spring
has gifted me in lieu of her truth and libido
i drink toasts; this chill a better embrace now
than soft bones wrapped in lemon sky and fragility.

this frost
between and beneath us at once
may have been water held in her eyes;
crystalline dust cast off
looking for a warmth to call home.

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