Erotic PoetryWalking in snow near AlbertaFar from the bone-tooth rattle of cars,
our footsteps crunch.
Holding hands,
lambswool-lined leather gloves braid soft,
skin under skin upon skin.
Silent, you point the hawk’s trail.
Later, snow falls in fog,
ice kisses feathering down.
Night wraps our globe.
I meet you on our cloud.
The cape of my hair warms your thighs.
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