That January evening, there is no winter.
Just the shine of frost on your suit jacket
as I invite you in. I say, take this off, take this off take this – until my fingers meet fabric
& hot flush blossoms across your neck.
It reminds me of tulips. Or a perfect apple
ripening in the fruit bowl, waiting to be eaten.
Faith Christine is a philosopher, poet, and public servant. Born in Hong Kong and raised in Singapore, her poems have been published in QLRS, The Kindling, Rambutan Literary, A Luxury We Must Afford, and This Is Not A Safety Barrier. She tweets at @philosopherslug.