WINTERS NAKEDNESS


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WINTERS NAKEDNESS THRILLS ME, CHILLS ME,

ITS COLD NAKED HANDS STEALING MY WARMTH,

EACH FRIGID ICICLE CARESSES WITH CARE,

MAKING LOVE TO MY BODY, BLOWING ICE IN MY HAIR.

MY BREATH FORMS A TSUNAMI OF CLOUDS,

EMBRACING MY NOW RIGID CORPSE.

I LONGED FOR YOUR PRESENCE, WHEN THE SUN BURNT ME DRY,

NOW YOU ARE HERE, I WANT TO SAY MY GOODBYES.

THERE IS ALWAYS A CERTAIN BEAUTY TO WINTERS NAKEDNESS.

HOW IT SINKS ITS TEETH INTO WHATS LEFT OF AUTUMN.

DEVOURING SUMMERS GHOST.

LISTENING FOR THE CALL OF SPRING.

HOLDING THE SUNS HEAT TO RANSOM.

NEVER, IT SEEMS, READY TO LEAVE.

FIONA

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