My pale face glows in the mirror
and bright eyes peer from behind curtains
of chesnut; my body softens as the air gets
colder and the earth gets harder.
The sky falls swiftly and I catch its flaking skin on my tongue.
It melts like sugar
melts like you in my mouth.
But you are not winter.
You are summer meeting a higher degree
melting away in me.
Slowly and languidly pressing into autumn
lingering heat as your fingers trail.
Winter’s ice chills my heart
and you chip it away with the sun on my skin
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