The Solstitial
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We speak on the shore,
tongues lapping,
each impulse,
a leaf on the water,
careening then swallowed.
You were evergreen then,
and deciduous I,
and perfidious I,
was born from.
Shuttered season.
I shuddered as your fingers map these veins.
Innumerable now.
Count these veins.
And I was red,
and upturned,
and I hoped you would die
before the springtime.
And I was red,
and upturned,
and I hoped you would die...
You were skipping stones,
toes in the water,
when I opened you.
You turned red,
and I turned grey.
As arbiter wind
buried us in leaves.
And there we lay,
'til the springtime,
when melted snow
washed us away.
Washed us away.
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