winter:
our bodies together as they pull against the weathered air, as they creak and pivot and bend toward small openings of warmth and shuttle because they and we shall disappear and to remember that caged or set lose, our bodies the carriage of our hearts, the lantern glass upon which our thoughts and ruminations and divestments radiate, our spirit writ large and wilding against the skin and bone barriers. Our bodies together an ache-laughed temple not because they or we are beautiful but because in their forlorn trappings all and every part of us, together, is magnified there, all that is contained within us, heliography and rhyme pressed hard and knocking against our disappearing time, sung out and spreading. Our winter bodies together. Cadence, whelp, tongue-touch and rhyme.
Warm the winter, if not us
alone.
