My body is winter


Hair the colour of branches

Eyes the colour of chestnut

Skin like white wax from the candles burning at dusk


A neck like the birds that have long since flown to warmer lands

Tiny hands like that of a child’s

Arms long enough to reach the still-warm teacups at the back of the cupboard


Feet lost in deep layers of socks

A collarbone fit to uncover the scarves concealing it

Cheekbones whispering hello behind taught skin

Lips that belong in another season but who’s pale colour

Soothes the cold that winter brings



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