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waiting for the thaw

"it’s the winter of our disconnect" - juke

slushy waves 
under a cold moon
tiny icicle fingers
pressing into the tender flesh
under my breast, 
ice cube toes in the
heat of my thighs
'warm it up, kid'
blanket shranket
sister didder 

winter dissed her in
slow motion 
until completely frozen
waiting for the thaw
patient like the earth
whose spring rush 
comes in a gush
faster faster,
then it’s done
and we go on 
as before