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Heartmelter

Wherever is home, is family

By Addison AlderPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read

Icy lover,

Let my tongue tip stick.

Can we adhere?

Your blue moue.

Cerulean craquelure.

Skis kiss.

Lips lisp.

Raw warm maw.

On my bicycle,

You're a side-saddle icicle.

Breezing downslope navigation.

Slaloming gelid puddles.

Snowcone nose

Nuzzles my naked nape.

Freon fingers circulation

Apply midriff refrigeration.

Arctic encircle,

Frozen waist.

Until porch and door necessitate

That bodily we separate.

Our heated rooms, orange hued.

Cinnamon, nutmeg, cardamom.

Gather pillows, blankets, eiderdown.

Before the iron hearth I make our nest.

Crack the flume

Oxygenate flame

I jump on you

Ice-encrusted trampoline.

Shatter your cobalt carapace.

Rampant tongues

Of flame, upon the glazen brazier.

The furnace breathes and heaves.

Flurries of squalling, golden sparks.

Condensate we meet.

Heart melter.

Soul dissolver.

Adhere to me.

First frost, endless kiss.

Here, start we our family

Before this beating hearth.

Images by MJ

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Addison Alder

Writer of Wrongs. Discontent Creator. Editor of The Gristle.

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    Written by Addison Alder