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Seasonal Puzzle
When I recall my youth it is
a hot Summer, ground growing nowt,
water shortages, bitterness. The same bitterness that can be replicated
by Winter light.
It chars veins, only escaped
by swimming in deep expanses
of water,
as if one could drown it
slowly, with continuous breath and strides -
as if the exceptional never happened,
delved hard within
my best and worst,
beating bloodied drums of love
and war.
I grasp at the grain of you.
I am grateful to you for adjusting the temperature,
cooling my skin
rarely miss
the core sensation of burning bacon,
of endurance
and taboo.
Where there is you there is a mild Summer and a snowless Winter -
and no extraordinary
wonderment...
but then that was exhausting my pale, fragile bones.
a hot Summer, ground growing nowt,
water shortages, bitterness. The same bitterness that can be replicated
by Winter light.
It chars veins, only escaped
by swimming in deep expanses
of water,
as if one could drown it
slowly, with continuous breath and strides -
as if the exceptional never happened,
delved hard within
my best and worst,
beating bloodied drums of love
and war.
I grasp at the grain of you.
I am grateful to you for adjusting the temperature,
cooling my skin
rarely miss
the core sensation of burning bacon,
of endurance
and taboo.
Where there is you there is a mild Summer and a snowless Winter -
and no extraordinary
wonderment...
but then that was exhausting my pale, fragile bones.
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