Sunday, January 13, 2019
Bye Polar
Your icy hands put a chill on my life
Who in her right mind wants to go out
With cold wet feet and shovel your slush off her car?
But it is your virginal white being that calls me
To throw myself down and make snow angels
Wallowing in your icy hugs.
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