published by Lot's Wife, September 2019
there is snow at your fingertips
meeting my skin
stilling silences I beat there with you the world is moving we are missing shaken inside our globe
flakes are falling you rub them into my hair
laughing I feel them melting
liquid pouring guided over my body
filling creases
claiming curves I am a waterfall with ice at my centre
reach it and I burst the season is coming
transforming we have flooded this world
we are lost
dissolving

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