~a poem by Justin Palatsky
The
exhale in the cold is the breath of the heart
releasing
shivers through the world.
This
ambient realm of the midnight winter
is
where the soul’s steam finds solace
among
the weary pioneers of love. 5
This
liberation of pulmonary mist
transcends
the frigid skin of space
like
an ice-cold sheath of glacier
moving
gradually across a tundra of passion.
Vaporized
particles dispersed from within 10
vanish
steadily into the darkness
where
two lovers share a grasp.
All
seems lost but the heart deeply inhales
and
everything starts over again.
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