his pale white flesh
blankets me in frozen memories
we lay in ice and awe
of the gray grandeur sprawling
into the heights
on tips of their gnarled
fingers dance the kisses
we surrendered to
I am what writhed between
his legs, what melted
the longing frost on his field
his thawing sank
deep within me
and burns there still
weep I may for frozen
memories he engulfs me in
and abandons me to taiga
wanderings into the dark
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