that spirits are

across the snow, attuned, and so in love;
a winter sunset and two gloves entwined.
from kindled fireplaces to our hearts,
like music moving lovers into one.

the breaths upon the air that spirits are,
the shadows in the last dim light of day
move into locked togetherness and warm
upon discovery and sharing sleep.

but like a night so glorious that no
description given could that view create,
so what it is to love glows indigo
upon the frozen wasteland of

the lost

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