Monday, January 10, 2011

Winter Thaw

In shivering delight, arriving at the door

Shrouded in layers of wool and fleece

Greeted by his fiery presence

His hands know what hides beneath this stratum

With agonizing strength he peels the layers away

For I am an onion, weeping at my body's joy

As he cuts away to my center.

Moving together effortlessly,

The melting snow carving channels into itself

His silken bandana wound about my wrists

His willing prisoner, and bound to him

He is melting the ice walls within me

As he takes what he can;

I give all I have, knowing that when he leaves

The hoarfrost will return to my heart.

Catherine Schmidt

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