“blizzard,” by Eric Robert Nolan

blizzard.
the snow.
when winter’s slow kiss smothers,
i miss the quick lips of summer,
its tongue like an eager lover
in heat, naked, instant at my skin, burning at the porch door, some other
climate, some other
season, some other
childhood.

 

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016

 

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