discipula
antumbra

I was beneath a cascade
of wealthy winter

crystals
falling drunk from heaven
I awoke frozen
the ice in the slow
knock of my hearts chamber
and you were
Upon the shine
of a watch fire
a dark fear
staged near

speak not a sound
while the tender
beam of stillness
fell abound

i could taste
your breath
on the stale dream
feel your terse
lips drawn steady
the bosoms heat

a hex the tinge
of touch
lept
and you departed
singing lightly
with a knowing
laugh

all the seasons
you kept your sacred
craft
and borne
with it
the poison
of its Love

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