winter lights/

©2021 Michael Raven

waiting for the skies
to turn green and
the snowscaped kiss
lips on the tortoise shell
nights in winter
chill cold winds flow
tonight, i am eskimo
stone ice tombstones
stone ice river floe
like diamonds for hands 
glittershine on --

hunt with me these
hollow bone scree
scrimshaw me my
winter bones etched we
wrapped in starcast night
you shook your head at me
never... never... never seem

cold wind blows through
my head, driven like
snow feather light wight
scrimshaw knifed on aging
clippers run aground
turquoise eyes and
granite hue
stars all showerfall
from your dream
dance on my naked flesh
Photo by cottonbro on

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