Here. Let’s share
my mitten-hand.
I’m from the tropics—
tower of sea and sand.
I know. I know
you understand.

Here. Let’s share
my early coffee cup,
blessed with its own
shadow-thin cloud.
No, darling,
don’t look up.

Here. Come here.
My wrapped arms
warm and raw.
Melt with me before
this dear mountain thaws.

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