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By Galadrial Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2012 Oct 28 Comment on this Work [[2012.10.28.11.18.12033]] |
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By the time this she bitch has danced over New England killing fall with a smother of such stubborn leaves, we will be in the next season Heartless cold November, that month you hate to greet. I will not eye my window in expectation, the suddenly nude trees will seal you into a pleasant prison where we can lay lips or fingertips to glass, but no taste of breath can funnel through. We kiss well, you mention words casual as if your eyes did not leave a hot trail on my neck, and I want to make a fort of puffy down blankets, and watch the first snow from the cradle of your arms, nose pressed to pane, no child of yours, no daddy issues please just take me as if the winter were not a wall I've watched rise and fall like some moon misbegotten tide so many turns before. |