“GEISHAS OF THE SEASONS” by Biddumy
 
It seems, when winter arrives,
That summer is a long-lost dream,
And when summer’s breath warms our hearts,
It’s as if winter’s icy tongue was an eon,
Not a season, ago.
When the day fades in the afternoon,
The sun feels like a red-hot bloody deserter—
And yet before you know it,
The days begin to linger and merge again into the night,
Late, late as you hold me close,
In the heat of your hands and beneath the chill of the stars,
And warm my heart with your breathing.

 
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