‘a plea to lights treachery’
Winter, teach me
how to love
you:
how to embrace
your cold
calculating arms
your cruel
iced laced
charms
And
how
to warm your frozen fingers
(against my skin)
as I pull you in;
away from
your own vain
vapour
(teach me Winter...
...teach me how
to love
* you *)
~ SarahA. O’Leary Copyright © 2017