You always hated the cold.
Each snowflake that falls
Has a particular
Morality to impart.
The tongues of night pass over
The leaves fallen into
Swallowing the dead air.
Streetlamps flash over the blackness
As candles do, burning inside a body.
One slice of moon is buried in cloud
Like an eye, our bodies warm with sweat.
Your lips glowed like fireflies.
How I craved the ecstasy of your kiss,
Tasting salt on your neck,
The sticky taste it left sour in my mouth.
I can’t see your face anymore.
We embrace like wild animals,
Pine trees stretching through the night,
Tall as monsters.
by Natalie Crick
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