My body is winter

on

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

25/03/2015

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