winter

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