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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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