My Snow
I lie down with her
I am the color of my snow
I am limping
as we make love
it is all new to her
the stars are just a floor
she moans
like dry leaves
she cries
and her hands fall off
she is besides herself
her thighs are nothing now
the hard knuckles of the moon
pop when it's over
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