#92 (feeding fires in frost)

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photo credit: Matthias Geh

kiss me

under the stars

trace my blanket

of scars

rest your lips

on my neck

ease your chin

to my back

feeding

fires in frost

singing songs

of the lost

spinning tales

from the dark

while my hands

caress bark

willow trees

catch the cold

within sap flow

we hold

our breaths

against the wall

we grew weary

and small

hold

your palms

to the wind

bitterness

we rescind

upon darkest night’s

heart

our wishes

impart


*20th December 2016

 

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