cold

like frost reaching across the rooftops,
or ice sliding along the window’s glass,
winter is creeping slowly forth
as a crystal-encasing death
to wrap us in her marble-cold,
beautiful white, bloodless arms
as she leans in and whispers –

“give me your heat, 
                            become one with me”

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