cool air flows
(like
the hot orange color of
a glow
in the dark
bracelet)
and it
pulls my hair back,
lisping.
my nose is cold.
i
find relief
in someone else's fur
and
for a moment,
my blood stops flowing.
it's
a hundred degrees
in your arms.
i hold it (hot)
inside my heart
as i journey far away
from you,
frozen / lonely / and
frigid...
into the
backlands of passion.
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