Solstice

Solstice

Solstice 1920 1035 Faith Christine

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.

Header photograph © Jason D. Ramsey.

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