Winter
makes the scars
burn white
against the soft pink blush
of my cheeks
White like my breath
in the air
the snow that never falls
Now they say that
Spring
is the season of love
but it seems my heart swells and ebbs with the cold
and the air that hastens
to pull the warmth from my body
carries the scents
of the chill
of sea salt
of memories
Passion is found and lost
in lovers' arms
a million times
with every breath
And in a harsh
but not unkind embrace
Winter and I
we share our marks
now so bright
so livid
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