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Winter

Soak up the warmth
Red, smooth and silky,
Spread the white blanket
For our bodies.

Wet snow, tantalizing crush
Steaming glaziers
Airs waft higher and higher
Biting the snow
With little fingers of heat.

Mingling warmth
Gentle frigidity against
Tepid skin.

Sweat sizzles into ice
And marks evaporating flavors
Upon a melting surface
That glints, reflecting
The sweltering image
Of heat, pressed against ice

Bodies pressed against glass
Falling through the snow
The smells of winter
And a sauna outdoors.

We preserve it between
Clasped fingers
And force it deeper
Into each other

So as not to freeze in cold
So as not to melt in heat.
--August 2005

Incredibly gorgeous I love you.

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