very petty thievery
It’s winter,
but I am warmer for
breath leaving your lungs,
light flaunting your form,
and thoughts featuring your all —
taken quietly and without consent.
It’s summer,
but I am cooler for
shivers forming in your wake
and not so quickly subsiding.
“In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer”. Albert Camus I have always prefered the winter…
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