braced to your
wing,
wind whipping
skin–
a trust
sheltered within.
coloursofthesoul
slipped my hand
from glove
to find yours open,
waiting..
to tender mercy’s
touch,
to melt the frost
around my
heart.
it was slow flicker
to flame
that kept our home
warm
when windows
shattered
and snow
feathered in.
visible from
shore
are shadows
midst the waves,
as moonlight
holds vigil
over underwater
graves.
upon
dashboard–
i spot lights and
dials to guide
my ride
midst
whispers
from backseat
driver side.
cradling
innocence,
lost within your
curiosity
towards
life
has lost
color,
then i catch glimpse
of younger
me
alive in your
sparkling
eyes.
amidst
snowflakes
we tread upon
ice sheets
towards a ghostly
cabin
in the corner of
a clearing,
enticed by
pluming smokestacks,
its front
door.,
forever open.
the whoosh of
shadows
from not quite beyond
the senses
assure that i
am ever
seen.
icing sugar powders
window-
lips blow
clearing glass,
as it fogs up
before my
eyes,
she claim clouds
don’t last.
gently grasp my
hand
and drag me
back
to where our sweet
spills freely,
in light of deep
trust–
where we talk through
thoughts that
plague
us.
hands in the garden 
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