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

Dampness, rot,

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

Feature Image – Embrace The Universe by Psyca-art