Snow Day

Snowflakes slam

against red brick and bare

feet roam the hardwood

floors. The rasping rustle

of pages being turned drowns out

the memory of soft honey hands

holding handfuls of hair in a mutually forceful

act of fusion; an attempt to feel

the sweet burden of exposure

forgetting the step when we look into

each other’s eyes and accept

the risk of a beating

heart.

snow day

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