winterlong/

©2021 Michael Raven

waiting for winterlong
hoarfrost taste upon my
                          tongue
with lipstick longing and
ice blades          cutting
severing each night from
                         day
that snowmelt desire
        becomes enflamed

like snowfell, woven thin
full breast, soft caress
                     nipplehard
and a sideways mirth
   tucked in a corner grin
     captured in green ice
longing ache

whisper...
     gently when
             naming angels
in the drifts
Photo by Anastasiya Lobanovskaya on Pexels.com

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