I dragged you that last half mile
Me such a slip of a thing, one bite mark visible
You the bear, your growl now only audible
When you furred from kerb to road to kerb
The December snow followed us
Dragging Christmas red behind you
As I ignored my bare feet, cold in motion
And sucked adrenaline from the vibrant staccato of my heart's yonder Star
With icicles freezing to my lashes in miniature,
The flakes dusting me into the Snow Queen of my fairytale fate,
Far from flesh;
The concrete chipping one of your teeth,
But leaving you no less loveable than before.
In the ice castle you stiffen onto the tiles; silent night
I watch the wild-eyed woman in my window
As she wonders about the festivities to come.
Maybe the snow will continue this eve,
Washing both of us clean.
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Perhaps not the most joyous start to Advent, or the Christmas season, but a piece I wrote last year and as my first offering here, I picked it because it's set in December...