// solstice //

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Moonrise.
Moonset.
Threading spirits
through the curl of naked leaves,
fell trees sleep in the palm
of my snow tongue.
Solstice.
Inhale, exhale,
Goddess,
breathing.
Where you touch me
I walk along dirt trails and stone
draping the smolder of twilight
over silver pine cone
hills.
Cranberry crowns, a slate gray world
atop a fading day
another season comes
sliding down.
Wolves’ hunger, the ravenous dark is a reverent seed
sewn upon the sweet milk
of my breast.
Ribbons of fingers skimming cream thrown walls,
cast crow shadows are lanterns
and you, a purple northern evening.
I long for the way
the white owl sun swells underneath the fog
in a falling sky.
What is it about the slice of winter in the veins that burns
like red fire,
frost on frost kisses
and the numb tingle
of silence.

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