We burst onto the scene with a stylish demeanor. Laser eyes and ecstasy. All night reveries. We walked those frozen streets and left footprints on the snow.
We came across an indigenous man who sat with his guitar on the sand.
“You look like actors from a movie scene.”
We laughed and gave him a thumbs up.
“I just don’t which movie. Haha!”
Her mind shines and that’s why I dance with her across the icy waves.
“I’m moon bound,” I said to her long ago. “None of these earthly pleasures matter to me. Like the poet said, I may be in the gutter, but my eyes are looking at the stars.”
“Then move over, boy, and let me on that rocket ship to knowhere.”
The graceful movement of our hands, our fingers intertwine, the art of slow seduction, my fingers beneath her skirt.
Amber rivers
Of melted ice
Flowing to the ocean
“Do you want to go out for a walk in the snow?”
“Or we could stay in and have a warm drink beside the fire.”
“We could do that too.”
Crackling flames and falling snow. The smoke rising above the rooftops. A beat that never stops. Inquisitive stares, wondering smiles. The crows flying home in the early sunset. In the webs downtown, traffic ebbs and flows like ice-sheets on the tide. Carved ravens. LEDs. Seven glowing sins. On the peaks of Cascadia. With braided hair and shield, eyes alight in boreal shadows, patiently waiting for Baldur to return.
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