Harsh and Gentle

Ah, my winter, summer girl

skin a sheet of ice and hands even colder

Eyes, my your eyes are warm and red-brown, like summer earth.

Your mouth, rose-bud pink, cracked like tree bark

Your scent, smoke and flowers, harsh and gentle.

You, in my life, harsh because you’ll never be mine

Gentle because I do not mind.

As long as you are there, my beautiful winter, summer girl.

I do not care if you will never be mine,

just as long as I can look upon you and smell your harsh, gentle skin.


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