The smell of pine, the taste of shame.
Feeling the snow below me and all around skin.
Morning Mr Magpie, did you steal my heart today?
Frozen in hibernation until you decide to bring me back to life.
Until you revive it, breathe Scandinavian air into the lungs of us.
Little by little, our love capillary refill.
Stretch skin across the sun, as the bear below waits for a tasty snack.
My eyes vibrate shut, the cool state of not-knowing. Anticipating/antithesis.
Given up the ghosts and ready to live again. Ready to love you again.


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