Anotherwinter

this life is amazing, the morning against (the songs of our skin), everything what shiver.

What swallow the writer the city

to step out against (our song), the friday night all staticky with rain, dizzying flash-spots, the city.

here I am animated—swam under—pale—artifice—ticking—made drumming—all grinning—now.

The long train

every day threads and fates, strings and stars, weave new light across a life, and so beautiful that I can watch birds in the quiet sky, this love playing acoustic inside old storms, lit violent across kissing bones.

Shadow, shadow

moving through the last dusky snarl of the sunset, to where your friends surely wait.

Rain, rain

another beautiful day if you just appreciate the othered half: cold skies starry with rain, toothpaste and jackets, smeared jam on gloves, hot chocolate and warm kisses.

my breath in colour

the frozen morning set spinning, some cold kaleidoscope, for thought.

a quick little life

thick purple skies, swam crushed stag beetle

that makes me feel like the night hours on flight

some arc of clouds are the ghosts of lightning across

 orange-gold streetlights, cold hair smoke

my blood's birthday, the melted fast of candles

warm gloves, or that is how it felt.

warm on the inside

you show northern lights across my coldest days.