blossoms flutter in the spring wind
she refuses the breath of winter
she is angry of my affair
the way i caress ice
and the way ice melts in my touch
blossoms throws me petals
the way crèpe myrtle snows in spring
the way white flecks color my smile
but i am in love with winter
winter shapes her ice in my form
freezing me to the form
of a belonging that
she finds in me without my consent
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