Blizzard by Nonnie Augustine

Naked lengths knee to knee,
our bodies warm
while winds gust.

You scootch lower.
Lips, tongue to navel,
seeking heat.

How well we fit-
each limb fierce,
held, holding-
we ignite.

Our forms defy, protect, reel
in sublime time.
Then knee from knee
we separate. Lives wait.

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