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winter romance is make it or break it
You two meld there, lit by yellow incandescent and snow spots of white smooching outside as the steam of you billows up into the static dry freezing night its blossom breathes a nebulous promise between your conjoined heads, it forms a thought bubble, a speech cloud stating, even now even frozen I -- we are here. jan 2015, copyright Sarah Hirsch Go big or go home
or sometimes, just stop going and close your eyes and raise up your arms and open your mouth and stop. Let the air fill you and chill the insides of your cheeks. Let the thrumming of countless interactions warming and flashing and pulsing and beating within the solidity of you become an orchestra of spaces, of winter. Stop. January 2015, copyright Sarah Hirsch |
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