A half of me is here, blankets and body

besotted into the depths of the heart of something new,

the better part of the mountain, the side

of the northern trees and their twisted spires,

home like our want knew,

haunting the peaks & your dark valleys I

am snow, lingering in the winter, clutching

at the summer air and pushing the limits in the breeze

inconstant and fragile

losing hold with the retreating ice

& the white cap of your scalp

is still warm in my melting palms


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