I can see snowflakes
on your eyelashes
when you walk in the door.
They melt quickly,
but the crisp pine smell
you bring with you lingers.
Sweep me up into your embrace
without bothering with your
jacket or gloves and tell me just
how much you adore me just in case
I’ve forgotten since the last time
you arrived home. Kiss me
and let the melted snow in your hair
drip onto my cheeks like tears.
Love me cold and hard,
day and night.

by V.E. Duncan

Viannah E. Duncan

Viannah E. Duncan is a writer and activist hailing originally from Los Angeles. She lives outside of Baltimore, Maryland, and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Wilkes University. She has a cat, Cleo.

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