winter kisses

squinting at the winter sun

through skeleton trees.

blinded eyeballs lap up

soul drenching heat.

hair raising majesty,

i almost have an orgasm.

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the clouds,

a low moving ceiling

unstables my balance,

like a world moving too fast

for the humans to catch up.

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drunken socks

stumbling home minus shoes.

winter is a bitch

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winter kisses my lips like a dead lover, then

rips up my skirt in a non-consensual frenzy that sends

my shivering shadow to be pack raped by the clouds,

and i am left to remember the sun.