on his mouth
blooms
winter
and on mine
a rose
unfurls
like the
first breath
of spring
we are
utterly
incompatible
and yet
he still
tries to
kiss me
polar
on his mouth
blooms
winter
and on mine
a rose
unfurls
like the
first breath
of spring
we are
utterly
incompatible
and yet
he still
tries to
kiss me
