Winter Heat
He cut the engine. Cool air
communion in a breeze, baptism
against my skin, his fever.
Daylight slumber, hibernating
with us, peace beneath an oak
hidden from eyes, watching
our pulse becoming one.
He cut the engine. Cool air
communion in a breeze, baptism
against my skin, his fever.
Daylight slumber, hibernating
with us, peace beneath an oak
hidden from eyes, watching
our pulse becoming one.