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Cold toes   

Slip them under me    I’ll warm them like they’re endangered species 

But rest from words percolating as you thaw      It’s far from spring

Sinking into the rhythms of our warming blood

chanting pheromones lost to icy blue snow

we morph like changeling far north foxes as the hairs rise on our skin

Our winter eyes dilating         wide opening into internal circuitry

we go humming and sliding off the depths of winter’s edge

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