midnight tulips and the newest breath

Midnight tulips and the newest breath

are shattered petals under icy faucets,

and my ragged lungs bloom smoke.

Cold air and a little gasp in the dark,

and I might learn to love you yet

as the petals freeze.

© 2016 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

 


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