Cold and ice,
dreams boiling under skin
ready to fizzle into mist
exposed to winter air
golden kisses
barely warm enough
to feel, the sun.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Cold and ice,
dreams boiling under skin
ready to fizzle into mist
exposed to winter air
golden kisses
barely warm enough
to feel, the sun.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe for more poems!
Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina