Landing
in Seattle, February.
Trips
here are frequent and familiar,
Cold
nibbles, dewy dawns, shivering light
And
morning cuddles, blankets warm, I like.
We hide,
bodies wrapped, heads tucked, feet tangled.
Voices
heard and ignored, blown off with breeze,
A tender
wind with ferocious bite, it
Seeps
through sills, wafts in and finds us under.
Defrosting
begins from within. Liquid
Remedies
soothe, first honey hinted “hards”,
Then a
burning burst of fermented, aged
To extreme,
moonshine tainted with apple.
To the
surface, bodies naked and out.
Bouncing
and bubbly, champagne overflows.
Frost
circulates around trees, leaving leaves
Loose.
Inside, hearts are one, connected beats.
Hands
numb and fingertips icy, run quick,
Hurry to
heaps of fluff, heated piles,
A sea of
covers, like waves holding on
To a shivering
stern, welcoming arms.
Encompassed
with passion, deep and felt on
Bones
that chatter when brazed by chilling air,
Air that
climbs cream-colored walls and wisps
Over
steamed mirrors, searching for whispers.
Hidden
again, the cold overbearing,
Frightening
and sharp, cutting at our toes.
Hastily
bodies become molded, one.
Limbs fly
aggressively, cover me now.
Silence.
Ears blushed with red, eyes shut softly.
Goodnight
cold, shivers stop with dreams of warm.
_______________________________________________
BY ADRIAN C.
LOUIS
I flew into
Denver April.
Rock salt and
sand peppered the asphalt
reflecting
myself on a downtown street
where I’d
paused on my route to smell lilacs.
The wanton
winds chortled wickedly
over remnant
snows in gray clumps of doom
and my heart
soared gladly at winter’s death
but an hour
later I had whiskey breath
at a dead end
bar full of Indians.
A Winnebago
woman waltzed with me
and told me
how handsome I truly was
so I bought
her drinks and felt her hips
and somewhere
between the grinds
and dips she
lifted my wallet and split.
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